The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-12-29

w uluo HIS gone 10 UQG mill. HOO, moo!
And perhaps they won't let us go and
say goodby to him. Hoo, hoo, hooH'
II wish you would be quiet" said
Lyndall without moving. "Does it
give you such felicity to let Bonaparte
know he is hurting you? We will ask
no one. 1t will be supper time soon.
Listen, and when you hear the chinlz of
the knives and forks we will go out
and see him"
En- suppressed her sobs and listened
intently, kneeling at the door, Sud-
denly some one came to the window
and put the shutter up.
''Who was that?" said Lyndall, start
ing
'The girl, suppose" said En-. "How
early she is this EVENING"
But Lynda1l sprang from the bed and
seized the handle of the door, shaking
it fiercely. The door was locked on
the outside. She ground her teeth.
"What is the matter?" asked En-.
The room was in perfect darkness
now.
Nothing" said Lyndall quietly, "on-
ly they have locked us in
She turned and went back to bed
again. But ere long En- heard sound
of movement. Lyndall had climbed
up into the window and with her fin
gers felt the woodwork that surround
ed the panes. Slipping down, the girl
loosened the iron knob from the foot
of the bedstead, and, climbing up
again, she broke with it every pane of
glass in the window, beginning at the
top and ending at the bottom.
what are you doing?" asked En-,
who heard the falling fragments.
Her companion made her no reply,
but leaned on every little crossbar,
which cracked and gave way beneath
her. Then she pressed with all her
strength against the shutter. She had
thought the wooden buttons would
give way, but by the clinking sound
she knew that the iron bar had been
put across. She was quite quiet for q
time. Clambering down, she took from
the table small one bladed penknife
with which she began to peck at the
hard wood of the shutter.
"What are you doing now?' asked
Elm, who had ceased crying in her won.
der and had drawn near.
''Trying to make hole" was the
short reply.
"Do you think you will be able TOT"
''No but l am trying"
In an agony of suspense EN- waited
For ten minutes Lyndall pecked. The
hole was three-eighths of an inch deep
Theu the blade sprang into ten pieces.
"What has happened now?' asked
En-, numbering afresh.
Nothing" said Lyndall. Bring me
my nightgown, piece of paper and
the matches"
Wondering, En- fumbled about till
she found them.
what are you going to do with
thcm?'' she whispered.
Burn down the window"
'But won't the whole house take fire
and burn down too?"
YES"
"But will it not be very wickedY
"Yes, very, and do not care"
She arranged the nightgown careful
ly In the corner of the window, with
the chips of the frame about it. There
was only one match in the box She
drew it carefully along the wall. Fol
moment it burned up blue and show
ed the tiny face with it's glistenine
eyes. She held it carefully to the pa
per. For an instant it burned III
brightly, then fickered and went out
She blew the spark, but it died also
Then she threw the paper on to thu
ground, trod on it and went to her bee
and began to undress.
EN- rushed to the door, knocking
against it wildly.
ooh, Tant' Sannie, Tant' Sannie! oh
let us out!' she cried. ooh, Lyndall
what are we to do?"
Lyndall wiped a drop of blood of
the lip she had bitten.
II am going to Sleep" she said 81
you like to sit there and howl till TIL
morning, do. Perhaps you will fin,
that it helps. never heard that howl
ing helped any one"
Long after, when En- herself ha,
| gone to bed and was almost asleel
Lyndall came and stood at her bed
side.
Here" she said, slipping a little pc
OF powder into her hand. Grub som
on your face. Does it not burn wher
she struck your
Then she crept back to her own bee
Long, long after, when EN- was reall
asleep, she lay still awake and folde
her hands on her little breast and mut
tered:
when that day comes and 1 al
strong, l will hate everything that na
power and help everything that i
weak" And she bit her lip again.
The German looked out at the cab
door for the last time that night. The
he paced the room slowly and sighed
Then he drew out pen and paper an
sat down to write, rubbing his oil
gray eyes with his knuckles before II
began:
| My Chickens-lou did not come to saw poodb
to the old Might your All, well, there
land where they part no more where saints in
mortal reign.