The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1919-01-16

had gone nearly far enough to reach
my destination when l heard a buggy
coming behind me.
"Hello" a voice called.
turned and looked up at Dug Ora
per, In a single buggy, dressed in his
Sunday suit.
us 1t much further to where the
Dunkelbergs liver 1 asked.
1.-The Dunkelbergs? Who be theyT
II seemed to me very strange that
he didn't know the Dunkelbergs.
"Where Sally Dunkelberg lives"
That was a cllncher. He laughed
and swore and said:
"Git in here, boy. I'll take We
there"
1 got into the buggy, and he struck
his horse with the whip and went gal
ioping away in the dusk.
BY and by we passed Rovin' Kate,
/ could just discern her ragged form
by the roadside and called TO her. He
struck his horse and gave me a rude
shake and bade me shut up.
II was dark and felt very cold and
"Ain't we most to the Dunkel-
bergs'?" asked.
"No-not yet" he answered.
/ burst into tears and he shook me
roughly and showed me down on the
buggy floor and said:
"You lay there and keep still; do
you hearT'
EYES," l sobbed.
I lay shaking with fear and fight
ing my sorrow and keeping as still as
l could with 1t, until, wearied by the
strain. 1 fell asleep.
What befell me that night while l
dreamed of playing with the sweet
faced girl l have wondered often.
Some time in the night Dug Draper
had reached the village of Canton and
got rid of me. He had probably put
me out at the water trough. Kind
hands had picked me up and carried
me to a little veranda that fronted
the door of law Office. There
slept peacefully until daylight, when
/ felt hand on my face and awoke
suddenly. / remember that L felt
cold. A kindly faced man was lean
ing over me.
"Hello, boyp said he. "Where did
you come fromT"
/ was frightened and confused, but
his gentle voice treasured me.
"Uncle Peabody" 1 called, as /
arose and looked about me and be-
gan to cry.
The man lifted me in his arms and
held me close to his breast and tried
to comfort me. / remember seeing
the Silent Woman pass while / was
in his arms.
"Tell me what's your name," he
urged.
Barton Baynes," said as soon as
I could speak.
"Where do you liver"
"In LickEtysplit."
Glow did you get hereT
"Dug Draper brought me. Do you
know where Sally Dunkelberg lives p
'Is she the daughter of Horace
Dunkelberg?"
''Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg,"
amended.
"Oh, yes, know her. Sally is a
friend of mine. Wen get some break
fast and then Wen go and find her."
He carried me through the open
door of his Office and set me down
at his desk. The cold air of the
night had chilled me and was shiv-
ering.
"You sit there and I'll have a fire
going in a minute and get you warm
ed up"
He wrapped me in his coat and went
into the back room and built q fire
in a small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside ii. He made
some porridge in a kettle while l sat
holding my little hands over the stove
to warm them, and a sense of com.
fort grew in me.
He dipped some porridge into bowls
and put them on a small table. My
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and 1 got TO the table abou'
as soon as the porrldge and mounted
a chair and seized a spoon.
zone moment, Bart" said my
host. "By jingoi We've forgotten &c
wash and you're face looks like the
dry bed of a river. Come here min
ute"
. He led me out of the back door
where there were wash-stand and o
pail and tin basin and a dish of soft
soap. He dipped the pail in a rain
barrel and filed the basin, and
washed myself and waited not upor
my host, but made for the table and
began to eat, being very hungry, af
/ ter hastily drying my face on towel
In a minute he came and sat dowr
to his own porridge and bread ant
J butter.