Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-02-20

"J "a OSSA, SOO 4NO IlpPCu otCA
every single thing on that place. 1
tipped over the honey yesterday
split it all over everything and
rooend my clothes. I'm a reg'ler pest.
So I want to play with Sally Dunkel-
berg. I want to play with her a lit
tie while-just a wee little while"
forward, march!" said he and
away we started for. the home Of the
Dunkelbergs. The village interested
me immensely. I had seer it only
twice before. People were moving
about in the streets. One thing I
did not fail to notice. Every man
we met touched his hat as he greeted
my friend.
1t was a square, frame house-that
Of the Dunkelbergs-large for that
village, and had a big dooryard with
trees in it. AS we came near the gate
I saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with
other children among the trees. Sud-
denly I was afraid and began to hang
back. I looked down at my bare feet
and my clothes, both Of which were
dirty. Sally and . her friends had
stopped their play and were standing
in n group looking at us. I heard
Sally whisper:
cts that Baynes boy. Don't he
look dirty?'
I stopped and withdrew my hand
from that of my guide.
"Come on, Bart" he said.
r ehooI, NV I,>,J o,1 .4ool 1..J:~~
ove at that little. hostile tribe near
me.
+ $50 ard play with them while I step
into the house." he urged.
Again I shook my head.
"Weil, then, you wait here a mo-
ment." said My %new"found friend.
He left me and I sat down upon
the ground, thoughtful and silent.
In a moment my friend came out
With Mrs. Dunkeiberg, who kissed me,
and asked me to tell how 1 happened
to be there.
II just thought I would come" l said
rs I twisted a button on my coat,
and would say no more to her.
I'll wight, JOu IC SOlAS W ldhC
him home, are you?" Mrs. Dunkel-
berg asked.
eyes. I'll start off with him in an
hour or So" said my friend. II am
interested in this boy and I want to
see his aunt and uncle"
"Well, Sally, you go down to the Of
flee and stay with Bart until they 60"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" the
mar asked of me.
81 don't know" I said.
'"That means yes" said the man.
Sally and another little girl came
with us and passing a store I held
back to look at many beautiful things
in a big window.
us there anything you'd like there,
Bart?" the man asked.
81 wisht I had a pair O. them shiny
shoes with buttons on" 1 answered
in a low, confidential tone, afraid to
express, openly, a wish so extrava-
CANT.
"Come right ill.," he said, and 1 re-
member that when we entered the
store I could hear my heart beating.
He bought a pair of shoes for me
and I would have them on at once,
and made it necessary for him to
buy a pair of socks also. After the
shoes were buttoned on my feet I saw
little Of Sally Dunkelberg or the other
people of the village, my eyes being
on my feet most Of the time.
The mar tool us into his office and
told US to sit down until he could
write a letter.
Soon a horse and buggy came for
us and / briefly answered Sally's good
bye before the man drove away with
me. I remember telling him as we
went on over the rough road, between
fields of ripened grain, Of my water
melon and my dog and my little pet
hen.
I shall not try to describe that home
coming. We found Aunt Deel in the
road five miles from home. She had
been calling and travelling from house
to house most of the night, and ]
have never forgotten her Joy at seeing
me and her tender greeting. She got
into the buggy and rode home with
us, holding me in her rap. Uncle Pea
body and one of IL neighbOrs had
been out in the woods all night with
pine torches. I recall how, although
excited by my return, he took off
his hat at the sight Of my new friend
and said:
"Mr. Wright, / never wished that
I lived in a palace until now"
He didn't notice me until l held up
both feet and called: Look a there.
Uncle Peabody"
Then he came and took me out or
the buggy and l saw the tears In his
eyes when he kissed me
The nan told of finding me on his
little veranda, and I told of my ride
with Dug Draper, after which Uncle
Peabody said:
I'm goin' to put In your boss and
feed him, COmptrOllcr.",