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- -r . If .. i POLK COUNTY HEWS, TRYOH, II. '0. ' it- I-'' !' i i ;:v i! iiii:n,-. v .':!! . !1 "r ' -; m. ::n:'ii,l u ' ih ; m V:; A TALE of the NORTH COUNTRY to the TIME of SILAS WRIGHT a , BARTON MEETS THE DUNKELBERGS, INCLUDING- PRETTY LITTLE GOLDEN-HAIRED SALLY. Synopsis. Barton Baylies, an orphan, goes to live with his uncle. Pen body Baynes, and his Aunt Deel on a farm on Rattleroad, in a neighborhood called Llckitysplit, about the year 1826. CHAPTER ly-Continued. . I could only fair into his arms and express myself in the grief of child hood. He hugged me close and begged goe to tell him what, was the mat- "That. Wills boy stole my melon," I said, and the words came slow with sobs. "Oh, no, he didn't," said Uncle Pea tody. '' -';-:.'! i-v- -"..V'-'-:- Tes he did. I saw a piece o the .. --r- - -Well by w said -Uncle Peabody, stopping, "as usual, at the edge of the ' precipice. .. ; -v- , "He's a snake,, I added. . "And you fit and he scratched you mp that way ., "I scratched him, too.' - , Don't you say a word about it to Aunt Deel. Don't ever speak o that joinerable melon ag'ln to anybody. Tor scoot around to tthe barn,, an' TO be there in a miaute and flx ye wpT:',- v: - ' VT:'- :"':;!-''-;rv He went by the road with the tea and I ran around to the lane and up s to the, 6table. Uncle Peabody met ane there in a moment and brought a fall of water and washed my face so that I felt and looked more respect- able. , .' v'- . r . . . The worst was over for that day, lot the Baynes-Wills feud had begun. II led. to many a fight in the school " jnrd and on the way home. We were mo evenly matched that our quarrel vent on for a long time and gathered Intensity as It continued. One June dfy Uncle Peabody and X from down in - the fields, saw a jSe carriage drive In at our gate. He slopped and looked intently. Jerusalem four-corners!" he ex claimed. "It's Mr, and Mrs. Horace Donkelberg.', - . My heart beat fast t thought of tbe legendaryfPunkelbergs. Uncle looked me over from top to toe. Otavens I" he jexclaimed. "Go down to the brook and wash the mud off yer feet an legs." . I ran , for the brook and before I returned to my uncle I heard the lorn blow. ' "The Dunkelbergs ! the Dunkel bergsr Come quick I" it seemed to . 7. -- . k lEc Dunkelberg . was a big, broad nonldered, solemn-looking man. Some fcotr his fare reminded me of a lion's vMclt I had seen in one of my pic ture books. He had a thick, long, out Jtandlng mustache and side whiskers, 3 deep-set eyes and heavy eyebrows. He stood for half a moment looking btra at me from a great height with Us right hand in his pocket I heard . fittle jingle of coins down where 32s hand was.' It excited my curios Jtjr. "He took a step toward me and . jj retreated. I feared, a little; this wg; ffon-like man. My fears left me caddenly when he spoke in a. small r uEealvy voice that reminded me of lie chirping of a bird. "Little boy, come here and I. will . imle you a present," said he. It rerrinded me of ray disappoirit aoent wlen uncle tried to shoot his arnn at : ft squirrel and only the cap cracked. I went to him and he laid a silver piece Jn the palm of my hand. Aunt Deel began to hurry , about getting din ner ready while Uncle Peabody and 3 sat . down on the porch with our guests, among whom was a pretty, Wue-eyed girl of about my own age, with long, golden-brown hair that Aung in curls. "Sally, this is Barton Baynes can't ' you shake hands with him?" said Mrs. Donkelberg. With a smile the girl came and of fered me her hand and made a funny , kow and said that she was glad to see me. I took: her hand awkwardly and made no reply. I had never seen many girls and had no very high opin- Son of them. , . As we sat there I heard the men talking about the great Silas Wright, . who had just returned to his home in Canton. He had not entered my consciousness until then. - While I sat listening I felt a tweak f my hair, and looking around I saw , the Dunkelberg girl standing behind me with a saucy smile on her face. "Won't you come and play with sne?" she asked. ' I took her out in the garden to ohow her where my watermelon had lain At the moment I couldn't think - of anything else "to Show her. ; As we walked along I, observed that her feet were, in dainty slilny button-shoes. Suddenly I began' to be ashamed of J ; f eet ; that were browned ; bv the sunlight aud , scratched by the briers; The absent watermelon didn't seem to teteyeat her. .-m "Ufa jphg bousa iq the sroTe said : Light in- tfe.i Author Of EBEN HOLDEN. D'RI AND I. DARRBt OF ISLES. KEEPING UP WITH LIZZIE. E'r Bic. she, and showed me how to build a house by laying rows of stones with an opening for a door. "Now you be my husband, said she. ----. .! w: Oddly enough I had heard of hus bands but had only a shadowy notion of what they were. I knew that there was none in our house. "What's that?" I asked. She laughed and answered: "Some-: body that a girl is married to. "You mean a father?' "Yes."-.- -:v ji ' . "Once I had a father, I boasted. "Well, well play we're married and that you have just got home from a journey. You go out in the woods and then you come home and Fll meet you at the door." I did as she bade me but I was not glad enough to "see her. ? 'V "Yon must kiss me," she" prompted In a whisper. ;V I kissed her very swiftly and gin gerly like one -picking up a hot coal and she caught me . in her arms and kissed me three times while - her soft hair threw its golden veil over our faces. "' '' Y "Oh, I'm so glad to see you, she said as she drew ."away " from me and shook .back her hair. - "Golly I this is fun!" I said.; '" "Now go to sleep and Til tell you a story, eald 6he. Then she told pretty tales of fair? ies and of grand ladies and noble gen tlemen who wore gold coats and swords and diamonds and silks, and said wonderful words in such a won derful way. I dare say It prospered all the better in my ears because , of the mystery by which its meanings were partly hidden. I had many questions, to ask and she told me what were fairies and silks and diamonds and grand ladles and noble gentlemen. We sat down to one of our familiar dinners of salt pork and milk gravy ( and apple pie now enriched by sweet pickles and, preserves and frosted cake. . A query had entered my mind and soon after we had begun bating I asked: . "Aunt Deel, what is the difference between a boy and a girl?" There was a little, silence in which my aunt drew in her breath and ex claimed, "W'y i" and turned very red and covered her face with her nap kin. Uncle Peabody laughed so loud ly that the chicken? began to cackle. Mr. and Mrs." Dunkelberg also covered their faces. Aunt Deel rose and went to the stove and shoved the teapot along, exclaiming: "Goodness gracious sakes alive !' The tea slopped over on the stove. Uncle Peabody laughed louder and Mr. Dunkelberg's face was purple. Shep came running into the house just as I ran out of it. I had made up my mind that I had done some thing worse than tipping over a what not. Thoroughly frightened I fled and took refuge behind the ash-house, where Sally found me. I knew of one thing I would never do again. She coaxed me into the grove where we had another play spell. I needed just that kind of thing, and what a time it was for me I fA pleasant sadness comes when I think of that day it was so long ago. As the Dunkelbergs left us I stood look ing down the road on which they were disappearing. That evening my ears caught a note of sadness in the voice of the katydids, and -memory began to play its part with me. Best of all I remembered the Nklsses and the bright blue eyes and the soft curly hair with the smell of roses in it. CHAPTER II. I Meet the Silent Woman and Silas Wright, Jr. Amos Grlmshaw was there In our dooryard the day that the old 'ragged woman came along and told our for tunes she was called Rovln Kate, and was said to have the gift of "sec ond sight," whatever that may be. It was a bright autumn day and the leaves lay deep In the edge of the woodlands. . She spoke never a word but stood pointing at her palm and then at Amos -and at me. Aunt Deel nodded and said : " "Ayes, Kate tell their fortunes If ye've anything to say ayes 1" She brought two sheets of paper and the old woman sat ! down upon the grass and began to write with a lit tie stub of a pencil. I have now, those fateful sheets of paper, covered by the scrawls of . old Kate. I remember how she shook her head and sighed and sat beating her ; forehead with the knuckles, of her bony hands after she had , looked at ' the palm of 'Amos. Swiftly the point of her pencil rah over and up and down thesheet Ukej Gleariii THB BLESSED the movements of a brightened ser pent," i In the silence how . loudly the pencil seemed to hiss In its swift lined and loops. ': Y- rX ? :-'v-''V''vS'-:- My aunt exclaimed "Mercy !" as she looked at the sheet ; for .while I knew not, - then, . the strange - device upon the, paper, I knew, by and: by, -that It was a gibbet. Beneath it j were, the words : - "Money thirst shall' burn like a fire In him. s ' ,.:V:;--''-'.""''-:v' She rose and smiled as she looked Into my face. I saw a kind, gentle glow In her eyes that reassured me. She "clapped her hands with joy. She examined my palm and grew serious and stood looking thoughtfully at the setting sun. I see, now, her dark figure stand ing against the sunlight as it, stood that day. with Amos la Its shadow. What a singular eloquence In her pose and gestures and in her silence ! I remember how It bound our tongues that silence of hers ! The woman turned with a kindly smile and sat down in the grass again and took the sheet of paper end resting it on a yellow-covered book be gan to write these words: "I see the longing of the helper. One, two, three, four great perils shall strike at him. He shall not be afraid. God shall fill his heart with laughter. I hear guns, I hear many voices. His name is In them. He shall be strong. The powers of darkness shall fear him, he shall be a lawmaker and the friend of God and of many people, and great men shall bow to bis judgment and he shall , She began shaking her head thoughtfully and did '. not finish the sentence, and by and by the notion came to me that some unpleasant vis ion must have halted her pencil. Aunt Deel brought some luncheon wrapped In paper and the old woman took it and ,went away. My aunt fold- "Sally; This Is Barton Baynes. Can't You Shake Hands With Him?" Said Mrs. Dunkelberg. ed ;; the sheets and put them In her trunk and we thought no more of them until but we shall know soon what reminded us of the prophet woman. . i The autumn passed swiftly. I went to the village one Saturday with Un cle Peabody in high hope of seeing the Dunkelbergs, but at - their door we learned j that they had gone up the river on a. picnic. What a blow it was, to me I Tears flowed down my - cheeks and I clung to my uncle, s hand and walked back to the main street of the village. A squad of small boys jeered and stuck out their tongues at me. It was pity. for. my sorrows, no doubt, that led Uncle Pea body to take me to the tavern for dinner, where they were assuaged by cakes-and jellies and chicken pie. At Christmas I got a picture-book and forty raisins and three sticks of candy with red stripes, on them' and a jew's-harp. That was the Christmas we went down to Aunt Liza's to spend the day and I helped myself to two pieces of cake when the plate was passed and cried because , they all laughed at my greediness. It was the day when Aunt .Liza's boy, Truman, got a silver watch and chain and her daughter Mary a, gold ring, and when all the relatives were invited to come and be convinced, once and for all," or uncle Roswell's prosperity, and be filled with' envy and reconciled with Jelly and preserves and , roast turkey, with; sage dressing and mince and chicken pie. What an amount of preparation we had made for the Jour ney, and how long we had talked about it I In the spring my uncle hired a man to work for us a noisy, i brawny, sharp-featured fellow with keen gray eyes, of - the name; of Dug Draper. Aunt peel hated him. ; i; feared" him put regarded i him with great hope because he had iet funny way of wink iug At me with one eye across the :tabie and; further, because he could sing and did . sing whi 1c .it m k.ed--songs that rattled from: his Hps in a way that, amused me, greatly. . Then, oo he fcould rip out. words that had a' new and wonderful sound in them. . t made-up my mi ad that1 he .was like.. 1 to become a Wuable asset when I heard Aunt "Deel saw to my Uncle Perf. body : : y ' : - v--v ou?ll haVe to send that loafer 4vay, bright '. now, ayes, I guess you will."' . ' . ' . . - "Why?" : V ' I ?Because this boy has- learnt to sear like a pirate ayes he lias l".: !: Uncle Peabody didn't know it but I myself had, begun to suspect t, and that hour the man was sent-away, aud I remember that: lie teft In anger with a number of ; those new"words flying from his llp A -forced march ftt; the upper room followed thatf event Tle Peabody explained that it -was w)cked to swear that boys who did It; had very baJ Iuck, and .mine came Irf a moment. i never had more bf itl come along" in the same length of time.. . After I .ceased to 'jplay with5', the Wills boy Uncle Peabody used to say, often, it was a pity that 'I hadn't somebody of my own age for com pany. Every day I felt sorry that the, WUl boy had turned out so badly, a)d I doubt not the cat and the shep h(rd dog and- the chickens . and Uncle Peabody also regretted vhls failures, especially the dog and Uncle Peabody, wlo bore all sorts of indignities for my sake. ' ' jfOne day when Uncle Peabody wept fpjj the mall he brought Amos Grim shaw to visit me. He was four years oKler than I a freckled, red-haired bdy with a large mouth and thin Hps. He wore a silver watch and chain, wich strongly recommended him, in my view and enabled me to . endure hisfair of condescension. ' ';' ; )3e let me feel it and look it alt over and I slyly touched the' chain with my tongue just to see if it had any taste to it, and Amos told me that his father had given it to him and that it always kept him "kind o' scairt. ' ' ' - ' : ' -r: ' fITor fear Fll break er lose it an tf licked, he answered. j pe took a' Uttle yellow paper-cov eed book from his pocket and began toread to himself. ' lWhats that?' I ventured to ask by and by. , - "A story,' he answered. "I met a ;ed ol' woman in the road t'other an she give me a lot of em and showed me the pictures an I got to raijlh em. Don't you tell anybody 'caitise my ol dad hates stories an hp'd lick me 1 I couldn't stan if he kpe;w I was readln 'em. 1 1 begged him to read but loud and hepfread from a tale of two robbers named Thunderbolt and Lightfoot who llve.d in a cave in the mountains. They were ' bold, free, wearing men) who rode beautiful horses at a wild gal lop! and carried guns and used them freely and with unerring skill and helped' themselves to what they want- eaf'f. .:.v' ' e stopped, by and by, and confided tof me the fact that he thought he wcjuld run away and join a band of robbers. : j How do you run away?' I asked. jf just take the turnpike and keep gotn toward the mountains. When yet meet a baud o robbers give em thislgn an tell 'em you want to IHe went on with the book and read how the robbers had ' hung a captive wQhad persecuted them and inter f4t;ed with their sport. The story ex plained how they put the rope, around tli neck of 5 the captive and threw th other end of it over the limb of f a tree and pulled the man into thf air.J.: " " : : '. wr .. jpe stopped suddenly and demanded: "1 there a long rope here? j pointed to Uncle' Peabody's hay rope hanging on a peg. ll'Le's hang a captive, he proposed, j At first I did not , comprehend his manlng. , He got the rope and threw its;! end oyer the big beam. Our! old shepherd ; dog ; had been nosing the mow near us for rats. Amos caught thr flog who, suspecting no harm, came paslvely to the rope's end. He tied rope around the dog's neck. v v Barton gets Into trouble at jiitiome and decides to run away. f He has some Interesting expert I fences before he returns home, j I Read about them in the next In ilstallment. ', ' . I yJi: .... .. - . ... ... . .-. .. v , (TO BJU CONTINUED.) v . .. s New Waterproofing " Oil. A French, oil for waterproofing leather, cloth, paper and other mate rials is a mixture of eight parts of anlyl acetate and . four of castor oil,! wth one part of sulphur chloride stirred into it. Though this, form a jelty, giving off hydrochloric! add. It liquefies after being kept ' tightly cov ered a few days, andi the add being thn neutralized with barium carbon ate gives a colorless solution on filter ing To make a varnish, nitrocellulose is dissolved In the liquid after the a dltldn of alcohol or benzine. ( v " Actions That Make Greatness. " A truly great man's actions are works of art. Nothing with him is ex timporlzed or improvised. They, 'in. vove their, consequences, and develop themselves along with the events that ga.Ve them birth. Guesses at Truth. ; fJit- ':': . t pood intentions can wind; the alana Ick, but ;l takes JwlU power to get out ol bed la tha" rncrnlirrcledi BiadA . . - T- SMART NEGLIGEES ARE N(i rv lit D x jl v x jL-a.v u v juAirx t P 'fiIi'ji I ' - - v ' ijH ff j The land of the negligee is the land of perpetual summer that may be found within four walls Inclosing a steam healing apparatus, or in other walls that look out upon summer skies. The negligee is no respecter of climates; It Insists upon being colorful and flow erf ul and enchantingly suggestive of spring zephyrs and garden paths, whatever Its envirohment. It', is an in spiration, an invitation to leisure and Idle hours, a happy change from or dinary work-a-day clothes. Every woman should do herself a kindness by adopting a pretty negligee as " a playmate. It will put her In a pleas ant frame of mind. Usually these fanciful garments are made of sheer and soft" materials as' lace, georgette, chiffon and fine mullsi that float about the figure no more burdensome than the air and not very "long" on protection. Crepe de chine and very thin wash silks make negli gees a little , bit heavier and equally soft and becoming. ' The" same "gay" TWO-COLOR BLOUSES The blouse of georgette 7 crepe needs no one to sing its praises.. This ex quisite fabric - is v a permanent acqui sition, nd has made a place In the esteem of women" tliat it ; will be "dif ficult to usurp. But we are grateful to the blouse5 makers who have turned" their talents to designing new styles. In , which 4 two ; colors, 'instead of ..f one, arp used. This color combination leads up to new trimming Ideas and lends an added . Interest, to incoming styles In spring". blouses. --7!t;! : 2Vf -:f: Along with the" two-color, blouses comes thread embroidery5 more strong ly featured this season than ever. In the picture above" a blouse ; of light and " dark georgette Is ; shown, with light and dark heavy embroidery silk making a rich decoration for it, In an embroidery that is; quickly5 done and Is not heavy. Any two ' colors " that harmonize may be used in these two color blouses. Favorite combinations are beige and navy; cerise and 'navy, coral and ivory, black and white, gray and " rose; purple v and v champagne, American Beauty and navy, vor cherry colors are-: used lor these. One i4cui la buuwu in we picture mat -with an accordion-plaited skirt f light pink crepe de chine and a she kimono of the same material. Tit kimono Is true to form so far as if embroidered wild roses and rose fitf ": v age are concerned, but it departs frtf jiJ the original Japanese model, havhtx fronts that lengthen Into a girdle th ties In the back. Its neck and frol edges have folds of georgette cr" set in, and a border of narrow bki-u' ribbon.' The ribbon follows the ginj0 to the end; but,-. the. plaits stop attl"-' waistline. These folds of georgetlr c with the band of black ribbon makt ' pretty finish for the flowing sleeves '', The skirt of this negligee is long, I: is the rule with negligees. It mights c 'v. : t CM tU even longer. Satin slippers go with it; but there; are many love: fancy boudoir slippers of ribbon ther materials to choose from, sit a negligee must have footwear of 1 own , character to go with it. OF GEORGETTE CREPE I and navy, the last being the v ui-t colors. ; J me oiouse piciurea is in -over style, but it fastens on the sM3 der. - A panel of the dark seor r at the back and front is split into -1 f panels at its lower half and serves n j a background for the thread H of the dark ffeorcpttA and a flare r , - ... - .... o' . ir the bottom finished with a band oifj darkr crepe. - A pretty finish f or round, neck is made by twisting r light -and; -dark embroidery silk gether In a rope of which loops 5 ends are made and placed at the fro11 of the neck. ; " , .. , ft It will be noticed tnat the belt J the skirt worn with this hlotiac sets', low the normal waistline and is about the' figure. . This gives a W long waist. . which appears to be un Ine headway as 'a feature of sP-i styles. .: " - :' '" 'tJ .'?' . - :.'SV 4. -is
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