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The House of the Three Ganders
SYNOPSIS
Exhausted, ragged, and starving, a
boy of about sixteen Is found in the
woods by a camping party. He has
fled from his brutal father, Bat M"r
ryson. Bat comes after him, but his
new friends conceal him. Fed. a> d in
clean clothes, the boy, who gives his
name as Shad (Sheridan) Is sent on
his way to Canton, with a letter to
Colonel Blake. The colonel, his wife,
and their young daughter Ruth, The are
impressed by the boy's situation manner. In the
colonel secures him a
village friendly of Amity Dam. He his becomes
with a youth of age,
“Bony," and Bumpy Brown, tinker, con¬ of
sidered by the straitlaced people of
Amity Dam as a drunkard because
his periodic lapses from strict sobriety.
Bat Morryson comes to Amity dissolute Dam to
take his son hick to his own
life. Morryson. known lawbreaker, is
overawed by Colonel Blake, who is the
district attorney, and his father passes
out of Shad’s life. With Bony, he pays
A visit to Bumpy Brown.
CHAPTER III—Continued
—5—
There was a rap at the door. Shad
opened it. A well-dressed, handsome
young lady about twenty years old
stood looking at the boy with an ex¬
pression of astonishment in her face.
She uttered no word of greeting.
Her manner was haughty when she
said: “I want to see Mr. Brown.”
She turned away as she spoke.
Bumpy changed color. With a look of
surprise ans embarrassment he said:
“All right. I’ll be with you in a
tninute.”
The girl descended the steps and dis¬
appeared. Bumpy put on his coat and
hurried out-of-doors saying:
“Set down, boys. I’ll be with you
soon.”
He closed the door behind him and
followed the young lady. Through a
window the boys saw them walk to¬
gether into the edge of the thicket
where they stood talking.
“Who is that?” Shad asked.
“Darned if I know,” was Bumpy’s
answer. ‘'But I’d like to set an’ look
at her for a week.”
“She Is pretty—no mistake,” Shad
agree d.
Soon the girl went away.
Returning Bumpy stopped in front
of the shack. The boys went out to
him. He did not speak of his mysteri¬
ous caller. He finished his work. He
put some tools and clothing in his
pack basket.
“Well, boys, we’ll go along with ye,”
he said cheerfully. “Dick an’ me are
goin’ to Bolton tonight so we can
begin work in the mornin’.”
Two small green sticks having four
crotches were lashed on either side
of tlie basket. They sloped upward
and backward. A lashed rod lay in
the lower crotches. This was Dick’s
saddle. The rim of the basket helped
the bird to balance himself, when neces¬
sary. Released from his cage, Dick
laughed joyously and shouted, “Come
on,” and flew to his perch behind the
pack basket now on the back of his
master. In a moment, settled on his
perch he soberly declared:
“Money makes the mare go.”
The boys laughed. It was indeed
an outfit as curious and as amusing as
any that ever took to the road. Bumpy
stopped suddenly and turned to his
two companions and said:
“By Jeedix, boys! We’ve had fun
an’ we’ll have some more. I like you.
If ary one o’ you ever needs a friend
er a home, come to me.”
When he had returned that eve¬
ning Shad succeeded in writing a let¬
ter to Ruth Blake in which he felt a
sense of pride and satisfaction. It
told of his day with Bumpy Brown.
Its spelling and grammar would later
have made him wince but not in his
best days could lie* have improved its
humor. I
CHAPTER IV
Foreground of the Mystery.
Shad spent a year and a half in
the little village. It was enlivened by
many visits to the Fun Shop in Brown’s
cove. The mysterious young lady had
thrown a glamor of romance upon It.
Once Bony had spoken playfully of
their admiration and of their wish to
see her again. Bumpy Brown looked
serious and quickly changed the topic.
He never spoke of her. The boys had
jolly times with the tinker and his
bird. He entertained them with quaint
jests and thrilling tales and good food.
His good-natured, merry talk, not like
that of any other man, had made them
fond of him. They were keen-minded
boys. They suspected that his stories
were not all true, that his alleged
friend “Muggins” was a fiction. In
spite of all this, they loved to be with
Bumpy Brown.
Shad had now begun to find himself.
He was growing in strength, stature
and wisdom. He had iearned how to
study. Be had acquired an almost
sinful longing for good clothes. Still
he liked not less good hooks and good
company. His friend, the village doc¬
tor, had lent him the novels of Reade
and Dickens and the poems of Long¬
fellow and Tennyson. His best cred¬
itors were the doctor, the grammar
and the dictionary. He had begun to
enjoy his letter-writing. He had a
sense of pride in the long letter that
he had written to Mr. Converse.
Mr. Converse was so pleased with
the letter that he sent a check of fifty
dollars to the boy and bade him do
as he pleased with the money. Shad
went to Ashfield and bought fine rai¬
ment. That day he wrote a letter to
Ruth Blake in which he said:
“At last 1 can come to visit you
i without being intimidated and op¬
pressed by soiled garments. I hope
that you will like my new clothes and
•ne. We have gone into partnership
and our business is to make a good
Impression on you. If we fail I shall
CLEVELAND COURIER
By IRVING BACHELLER
Copyright by Irving Bacholler
(WNU Service)
not blame the clothes but I shall think
that I am in very bad luck.”
It must he said that the undertak¬
ing was successful. On three Sun¬
days that autumn he and the new
clothes were engaged in this romantic
enterprise. The handsome lad and
the girl went canoeing and rode about
the countryside together. The boy
succeeded in getting himself deeply In
love. The last of these visits was on a
Sunday late in October. The colonel
was not at home. Shad ate a midday
dinner with Ruth and her mother.
The girl left them for a time to go
out on an errand. This was a purely
strategic move. The friendly gentle¬
woman and the boy talked together.
“Amity Dam is no place for you,”
said Mrs. Blake. “I’m going to try to
help you out of that mire of rusticity.
You must come to Canton and go to
school. The colonel and I have been
laying plans. I have no boy and 1
could be a kind of mother to you.”
“I should like that. I would be very
proud.”
“You need a mother or a father to
whom you could bring your troubles.
You are so young.”
“Well, my greatest trouble is the
fact that I am so young.”
“Do you call that a trouble? I wish
that I were back at your age. 1 was
Her Manner Was Haughty When
She Said, "1 Want to See Mr.
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in love at seventeen. It was the be¬
ginning of a great happiness.” * '
The boy was quick to take ad¬
vantage of this opening. He was
loaaed for it. He blushed as he
looked at her and said :
“I guess that I know how you felt.
You loved to lie down at night and be
alone with your happiness. In the
morning the birds sang of the love in
your heart. Even the flowers in the
field knew your secret. They looked
at you and nodded their heads as if
they would give you encouragement.
That is the way they treat me.”
“You?”
“Yes, they are always reminding
me of the colors in her hair and eyes
and cheeks. I think that the sun and
the moon and the stars shine only to
show her face to me.”
“My child 1 Are you in love?”
‘‘Yes, but I am not a child.”
“Whom do you love?”
“Your daughter.”
Mrs. Blake took the boy’s hand and
laughed.
“In love! and getting one hundred
and fifty dollars a year!” she ex¬
claimed with good-natured amusement
“I suppose that you and your wife
could get along on bread and water.”
“I’m not always going to be poor.”
“Your school days have scarcely be¬
gun.”
“I learn fast. I shall get along.”
“The time to fall in love is after
you have got along, not before."
“It comes when it comes. Nobody
can tell when he will fall in love.”
“I wouldn’t take this so seriously.
You’ll get over it.”
“Never! You don’t know how bad
it is. I would rather die than give it
up. I want to be engaged to Ruth.”
“It is impossible. You are both far
too young.”
“But you were only seventeen when
you fell in love.”
“True, but those days things were
different and I was not engaged for a
year after that. The colonel was then
three years older than I—old enough
to be sure of himself, Now, Shad, I
must ask you to promise me on your
word of honor as a gentleman that
you will say nothing to Ruth of this
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until I give you permission to do It.
We’ll see how you get along and we
shall do everything that we can do to
help you. If you keep your love for
her and if she should be fond of you
we will have another talk about it by
and by.”
“I will make the promise and keep
it, but if I see that some other fellow
Is trying to get her it would be hard
for me to keep myself from jump¬
ing in.”
“Don’t worry. You have the Inside
track. We are all fond of you. Let’s
see what happens.”
Shad returned to his task in Amity
Dam a bit depressed. Soon after that
an unexpected trouble came upon him.
One of the gold rings had been miss¬
ing from its showcase for a week.
Since the loss had been discovered
Shad had observed a difference—
slight but unmistakable—in the man¬
ner of Mr. and Mrs. Smithers. In¬
deed, he thought that other people had
begun to treat him coolly.
The next Sunday afternoon Shad
and Bony went down to Brown's cove.
Shad told Bumpy of his trouble.
“Folks are just nat’rally cussed
mean,” said Bumpy. “They’re made
that way. By Jeedix! They can’t
help it no more’n a toad can help
havin’ warts. I heard t’other day in a
house where I was tinkerin’ that you
an’ Bony was wild. I says: ‘Them
boys are all right. Till they've learnt
their lesson be easy on ’em. They’ll
come out as straight as a loon's leg.”'
Boys are quick to detect the note
of insincerity. They knew that
Bumpy spoke from his heart in spite
of his own bitterness.
Suddenly he came to Shad. “Boy,
I forgot yer trouble,” he said. “Tell
me about that ring. When did you
see it last?”
“When I was showing it and some
other trinkets to a girl the other day.”
“What girl?”
“I don’t know her name. She was
about eighteen years old—light-col¬
ored hair an’ blue eyes. She had
pretty teeth an’ a turned-up nose.
There was a scar on her left cheek.
Wore a blue dress.”
“I’m afraid she’s rather light-fin¬
gered,” said Bumpy. “I Aow her, an’
what folks say in her neighborhood—a
few miles south o’ here. I’m a-goln’
up there In a day or two. I’ll see
what I can do. Don’t worry.”
As they were leaving Bumpy said:
“Come down next Sunday. I may
have some news.”
The next Sunday, to avoid criticism,
they went to meeting and promptly
set out for Brown’s cove.
Bumpy was standing by the door.
He waved his hat as they came up
and called out:
“By Jeedix, boys! I’m happy! See
that?”
He held up the gold ring between
his thumb and forefinger. Shad trem¬
bled with excitement. “How did you
get it?” he asked.
“Oh, I went an’ see that gal an’ I
jus’ scared it out o’ her. Told her
she’d have to give it back or go to
jail. She broke down and handed It
over, it was kind o’ pitiful. I told
her nobody would even know her
name an’ they won’t—not from me.
I’m a-goin’ to take it to Smithers and
tell him how I come by it."
The sat down to their dinner of
roasted partridges and baked pota¬
toes and pumpkin pie.
“There’s just one fly in my oint¬
ment,” said Bumpy as he began to
carve the birds.
“What’s that?” Bony asked.
“I’ve been drunk ag’in. Met an old
comrade. We got to talkin’ ’bout the
second day at Gettysburg. There’s
suthin’ cur’us 'bout Gettysburg. It’s
slippery ground. He had a bottle, we
walked to Brown’s cove in the cool
o’ the night an’ got drunk on the
way. We sot down here an’ fit the
Confeds till daylight. If I could fez
git Gettysburg an’ some other thinga
I’d be respectable.”
They ate a moment in silence. Then
Bumpy added:
“One drink will put the devil In
me. The old sores begin to bleed.
But I’m through—by Jeedix! Never
no more whisky fer me. I’m through.
The woman has looked purty solemn
since then.”
He carved the birds and loaded
their plates. It was no time for Idle
words. Talk was not resumed until
each had dulled his appetite on the
boties. Then Bumpy began his tales
of thrilling and improbable adven¬
ture.
When the boys thanked him and
bade him good-by the sun was low.
They left with a most friendly feeling
for the old man.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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