White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-07-09
Continued from Last Week.

Anu 80 Ill Ou my way W ooIoh
Kitchen l been kicked and I've
starved. It's been a hundred mile
and been lost hundred times; I'm
lost now. And I'm still starved. The
only thing I've had to eat TO- two
days was modify dodger O. Gavin.
bread what l stole from a pore old
mangey hound dawg. 1 was awful
sorry TO- that hound dawg and l hand
ed him half o. the dodger back
Now, mister, what ha' We got to say?
Eff that amt trouble, what is? Can
We tell me?"
Buckmaster reached for the lads
hand and he got 1t. He gripped 1t
painfully hard. But the lad didn't
even vince.
"Shore, son, we've had trouble
What's ye name?"
Little Billy Bly,"
"Purty name, son. WE'LL listen
here i know the way to Satan's
Kitchen and I'll take ye over It's
about half days walk. But fust
we must have somethin' to eat. Light
in and foller this here creek a mile
up and yell come to a loggin' camp;
ak TO- the superintendent and tell him
I said to gi' we all the caWned bee
and crackers We can carry and charge
the same to my account-Bear Greek
Lon Buckmaster's account. Eh?"
If the name had any effect upor
Little Billy BLY, he showed no sign Of
it, a thing for which Buckmaster was
grateful.
Done gone," said the boy over his
shoulder.
He came back shortly and he hat
in the hooks of his two arms all the
corned beef and crackers he could
conveniently carry. The two had {
meal and then set out across Iron
head Mountain. They spent the nigh
in an empty tobacco-barn and finished
the last leg of the journey about the
middle of the following morning.
The mission settlement" was II
tn clover end of the valley on ;
crystal-clear creek. The few build
ings were Of logs and they had no
been erected without an eye to thu
picturesque and pretty, especially ii
the matters of roofs and porches
There were trees standing all arount
and the paths were lying full of new
ly fallen leaves. Little Billy Bly,
brown feet ran joyously through
those leaves; the feel of them wal
soothing to his stubbed and sore biz
toes.
1t was the first time the white
sheep of the Bear Creek Buckmaster'
had been SO near to the mission set
tlement; hitherto he had viewed !
only from a distance; yet he wen
straight to the schoolhouse. Back
wardness was not one Of his faults
He opened the door and walked in
Little Billy following eagerly. Hi
heavy boots clattered noisily on tn
rough floor and be became at one,
the object of scores Of expectan
eyes, among them those of the quiet
hammered, middle-aged woman VIII
had charge of that room.
When he and the barefoot bo
stood before the desk, Buckmaste
took off his hat.
Good mornin'," he smiled. "Thi
here"-jerking his chin toward tn
lad at his side-"is a orphant name
Little Billy BLY,, who amt got no pa
nor no mother. His pap wanted hir
to come here. He's plum up to tn
mustark, Little Billy is; he's all woo
and yard wide; I'll guarantee tina
Can We take him in and feed an
take keer of him and edgicate him ?
well do everything we're able
do for him." Mrs. Hardin said pleas
antly. She rose. "My husband
the principal; he teaches the old pl
pills in the next room. Perhaps L
better take the boy to hipl-"
"Shore," said Buckmaster. &c
along with her, Billy, son. She's a
right. They're all all right. d
whatever they say TO We to do, eff 1T
to set the house afire, and be rec
good boy"
you stay, too" begged Littl
Billy.
He had grown fond of Buckmastel
ooh, no, son!" Buckmaster laughed
He was delighted; here, at last, wa
a human being who liked him GEM
inely and trusted him. 60 on, littl
pardner. Now rickollect: we must b