The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-26

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own hands, thinking we have heaped
up mountain or built us palace,
when indeed our mountain is but dust
pile, our palace but poor sort Of prisoc.
All night long the fresh wind rrstiei
the leaves on the boughs of the elm tree,
above me all night long the whippoor-
wills called by the river, all night long
the pure air gladdened my nostrils till
awakened, refreshed, to sec the yellow
sun rise over the misty reach of the rich
valley.
All the beauty of the night, all its
wonderful stiffness and rest, which only
those know who put by the cares and
the comforts of houses, all its peace and
it's healing had been upon me, soothing
the unrest, bringing life back to truer
proportion, giving mo strength to awak-
en- glad that now day had dawned.
"Wash 'er baby's face, Willie,
heard the lisper direct as lighted the
fire. Presently he came and stood by
me, watching the preparations / was
making for breakfast, but with wan
dering eye.
''When it'll nanny tumin back to
her chauvies?" he asked. 1--WE wants our
nanny. We know she it'll lonesome
wifout nth. -
"She will como soon, I told him
and set him to work to lay out the
dishes while led the horses down to
the creek.
1t was pleasant to hear the plash of
the river over the ripples, pleasant to
see the thirsty. animals plunge their
noses deep into the swift current, pleas
ant to startle the birds from their
branches and to hear them echo with
their voices the voice of the ripples.
When breakfast was over,I left my
tawny Romans to watch the camp
while I returned to the. town.
reused his honor the mayor from
his last slumbers to hear Mrs Hearne's
story. told of her lonely condition, Of
her husband absent i'll California; I
told Of her brave little chauvies alone
in the camp over the river; pleaded
her cause as we'll as could.
"Well, WE'LL" said tho good man as
he buttoned his coat tight up to his
chin, ''we shall see, we shall see.
But knew that my cause was won
when later as we went into the sheriff's
office he pinched my arm gently, saying:
$50 you managed to get through the
night without keeping the lisper awake.
Well, we'll, to think that you could
have dispensed with his companyp'
GOOD morning, your honor" the
sheriff said as we entered his office.
GOOD morning, john" said the
mayor, smiling blandly as he held out
his case. "Won't you have cigar?'
II don't smoke so soon after break
FAST" the sheriff said, eying the mayor
with suspicion and the cigars with that
half interest the most Indifferent con-
noisseur must feel at the sight of good
weed.
''Put it in your pocket until you are
ready, his honor insists gently as the
sheriff weakens and holds out his hand.
Then, after a pause, which gives the
sheriff time to sniff the fragrant Ha-
vana:
''In the matter of the gypsy woman,
Mrs. Hearne, think, John, we had bet
ter let Mrs. Hearne go back to her chill
dren.''
1T is just as you please, but for my
self believe we should mako an eN-
ample. There arc too many gypsies
coming our way this summer.
cit may be so, said the mayor gen.
tly, looking from the window of the
sheriff s Office across to the barred Win
dows that lighted the Jail, sit may be
so, John, but think when we make
our example we will not take lone
woman away from her children. . We
will take a man, John"
ooh, it's just as you please" said
the sheriff. 'sYou say that's good
cigar you gave me?'
''It comes from Cuba. -
The sheriff looked at his watch.
"Well, guess can light it,. -
There was pause while the sheriff
eyed the cigar. Then he rolled it re-
flectively between his large hands, then
he bit off the end, accepting the lighted
match l extended with very grutf
"Thank you," accompanied by look
which said plainly enough, $50 this is
your doing"
For a moment the smoke rose in ST.
lence.
Its good cigar, said the sheriff.
He pulled on. "A very good cigar A
smile dawned upon his lips. 1t spread
to tho corners of his mouth, to his
cheeks, to his eyes. to his chin. 1t
wrinkled his forehead.
II never tried better cigar. beg
| your honor's pardon, what was that
about Mrs. Hearne? You see, the old
man she feeced is my wife's uncle and
l was expected to do all l could. You
see how it is -
"Tell your wife all about it. .
And the mayor told tho story.
why, my boy lisps," smiled the
sheriff, letting tho ashes fall from his
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