Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-03-14

Sunday suit.
SIS it much further to where the
Dunkelbergs live?" 1 asked.
"The DunkelbergS? Who be they"
1t seemed to me very strange that
he didn't know the Dunkelbergs.
"Where Sally Dunkelberg lives"
That was a clincher. He laughed
and swore and said:
"Git IN here, boy. Til take We
there"
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 q rude
shake and babe me shut up.
1t was dark and felt very cold and
began to wish myself home in bed
"Ain't we most to the Dunkel-
bergs'T I asked.
"No-not yet" he answered.
I 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 hear?"
"Yes," 1 sobbed.
lay shaking with fear and fight
ing my sorrow and keeping as still as
I could with it, until. wearied by the
strain, fell asleep.
What befell me that night while
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 little veranda that fronted
the door of a law office. There
slept peacefully until daylight, when
1 felt a hand ON my face and awoke
suddenly. / remember that l felt
cold. A kindly faced man was lean
ing over me.
"Hello, boy!" said he. "Where did
you come from?"
1 was frightened and confused. but
his gentle voice treasured me.
"Uncle Peabody" / called, as I
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. I 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 LickItysplit."
"How did you get here?"
Dug Draper brought me. Do you
know where Sally Dunkelberg lives"
"Is she the daughter of Horace
Dunkelberg?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg,"
I amended.
"Oh, yes, I know her. Sally is a
friend of mine. Well 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 I was sniv-
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 a fire
in a small stove and brought me in
and set me down beside it. He made
some porridge In a kettle while I 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 small table. My
eyes had watched him with growing
interest and / got to the table about
as soon as the porridge and mounted
chair and seized spoon.
"One moment, Bart" said my
host. SPY jingo! We've forgotten to
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 a wash-stand and a
pail and tin basin and dish Of soft
soap. He dipped the pail in a rain
barrel and filled the basin, and /
washed myself and waited not upon
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 down
| to his own porridge and bread and
butter.