Connecticut western news., 1919-01-09
Copyright, 1917, Irving Bacheller)
SYNOPSIS.


 CHAPTER I-Barton Baynes orphan. 4 taken to live with his uncle, Peabody RAynes and his Aunt Deel on farm on &Attieroad in neighborhood called Lick &USplit, about the year 1926. Barton meets nADy Dunkelberg. about his own age, but eoclaily of g. class above the Bayneses, end Is Fascinated by the pretty face
 CHATTER II-7Barton meets Rowing Eafe know9 In the. neighborhood as the salent Woman." Amos Grimshaw. young t0n of the richest man in the township, = a visitor at the Baynes home, and Hoving Kate tells the fortunes of the two
 ana SaTedssans desth ases eaoMs for a9r 1eproved for an act of boyish mischief Barton runs away, Intending to make his sns village @ Of Canton 0sa and falls ees into a Sccp of exhaustion on porch. There To is found by sIlas Wright Jr., promi- Peabody Baynes. takes Barton home af- eer buying him new clothes.
 You sit there and I'll have a fire
 Oing in minute and get you warm I'd up"
 He wrapped me in his coat and went Unto the back room and built fire n a small stove and brought me in and set me down beside 1t. He made come porddge in kettle while sat R0lding my little hands over the stove deD warm them, and sense of com .e1Drt grew in me.
 He dipped some porridge into bowls and put them on small table. My layes had watched him with growing nterest and got to the table about lns soon as the porridge and mounted - chair and seized spoon.
 Zone moment, Bart" said my npst- By jingo! !li We've forgotten to wash and you're face looks like the flry bed of a river. Come here min Ee-
 He led me out of the back door, lwhere there were wash-stand and I'll and tin basin and dish of soft Oap. He dipped the pail in u rain qrreI and filed the basin, and I Aahed myself and waited not upon my host. but made for the table and 1egan to eat, being very hungry, af- i1Er hastily drying my face on a towel. - minute he came and sat down - his own porridge and bread and utter. d
 When he had finished eating he set Ekkfe the dishes and asked:
 Now could go and see Sally Dun- eabergT'
 @What itl the world do you want ue Sally DunkelbergY he asked.
 sOh. just to play with her." said - \ showed him how I could sit on ny hands and raise myself from the hair bottom.
 -Haven'tiyou any one to play with " hOme7"
 ~Only my Uncle Peabody" ss 1D0n't yOu like to play with hjmw
 .-Oh. some. but he can't stand me Duy longer. He's all tired out, and 6u Aunt Deel. too. I've tipped over. every single thing on that place. I %pped over the honey yesterday dlt 1t all over everything and nDoend my clothes. I'm a,reg'ler pest. D want to play with Sally Dunkel- teTx | want to play with her a lit = while-Just wee little while"
 Forward. march!' said he and nway we started for the home of the Dunkelbergs. The village interested se immensely. had seen 1t only tkWsce bef0rey People were moving Dbeut in the streets. One thing lid not faiIi to notice. Every man he met touched his hat as he greeted iag friend.
 1t was square, frame house-that Af. the Dunkelbergs- large for that village. and had big dooryard with trees In it As we came near the gate
 saw Sally Dunkelberg playing with nthcr children among the trees. Sud- khnly I was afraid and began to hang back. I IookAd down at my bare feet md any cfothes, both of which were nrty. Sally and her friends had otDpped their, play and were standing = group looking at us. I heard nAIU whijpes:
 1N's that Baynes boy. Don't he look dirtyw
 stopped and withdrew my hand from that of my guide.
 ' sC0me on. Bart" he said.
 &hcJk my head and stood looking 0wer- it fhat little, hostile tribe near ,Dne.
 ~tEEsa and play with them while I step nfos the house." he urged, i AsaaM shook my head. ,, 'sWeal.E thens you wait here mo- Hneinsy said mS new-foUnd friend. ' He left me and I sat down upon nhe grnunds. thoughtful and silent, -
 Ina,ss moment my friend came out with Mrs. Dunkelberg, who kissed me, and asked me to tell how happened oO:be there.
 sIsiust thought would come," said ase E twisted button on my coat, and would say no more to her.
 MT. Wright. you're going to take him home, are you:' Mrs. Dunkel- herg asked.