The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-23

"Cd'It a Uonla7a 90 to her chilGre1f''
ting them to staraben, to prison, with
never thought for their children?
Here's the mush with the dud. %
A prison attendant brought in light
Its closing time. You can't stay
much longer, /" he said. Then, locking
the door upon us, he continued his
rounds. -.
a turned again to the gypsy.
"You must tell me what has hap
pened, dye, or can do nothing for you.
It is growing late. -
81 will tell you, young man. IT'S
growing late of truth. can feel the
night coming on dark over my heart, for
my chauvies are all alone in the van
across the doyav, the river, and they
are young children. They do not know
where their mother is. They are wait
ing for her to come home with their
supper But she cannot come. "
Are they all alone, dye"
All alone with the horses. The dog
was killed the last fortnight Ha, he
took up some meat a farming mush
threw him with some poison upon it.
The pitifgll GORGEOUS. They loves moth
ing the poor person has
'sWhen the yellow light fades, my
chauvies will sit in the tan waiting for
me, but will not come. will not, for
the GORGEOUS are slow to open the doors
of'their prisons.
81 will tell you, then, quickly, how
it befell. My rom, Mushie Hearne,,
shipped to California in the spring to
bring some vans back which his brother
left him by will Coming overland is
slow travelling It's some time before /
expects him. Now l travels with some
of my people; also travels alone. AS
you may know, it is not easy for nae to
cook the dinner, to care for the horses,
to mind the chauvies, dukker and all
Many's the day it is little have to put
in the kettle, or to fry in the pan-aye,
many's the day have but crust for
my mouth. But the chauvies are fed
and asks no more Now come to this
CAV, the curse Of the beng be upon it
and upon me for pitching my tent with
in sound Of its church bells. Here do
come to pen duklzerin. Here do find a
foolish old gentle who asks me it his
son has not robbed MIN.
.Knowing it is the way of the Cor
gious for the son to rob father, father to
rob son, answers that no doubt he
has. Thereon takes some of the young
man s hair which the father brings me,
few threads, and lays them between
the leaves Of certain book which is
mine, and says an incarnation, boil
ing my kettle, walking backward to the
water, washing my hands behind my
back, having nothing better to do, for
which silly dealings and the like he
gives me in ILLS in vonger, which is
none too much to pay me for being a
fool.
''The next day do the same and the
next. For each l gets the same luvver,
nor would you do it for less. If the
mush would make me fool, he must
pay. Now, ON the fourth day tells him
for sure that his son is thief, that he
has taken his money. What does the
old man do then but ask me to come
with him into the gay that 1 may show
him where it is hiddeni makes my
excuse, saying have my other engage
ments, but he will have it that go.
So jaws with him, meaning to give
him the slip, for i likes not his way.
Once we gets into the CAV l suspects
something wrong by the look in his eye
as we'll as by his laying his hand on my
arm. Seeing muskro coming toward
us, thinks it is time am jawing. Sc
I shakes off his hand and hurries away
down lane lords the fields. Now,
what should the fool do but set up a
great cry and start after me as fast as
he can. waits for no more, but being
q good runner mends me my pace,
leading him pretty chase on down the