The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-11-21
were a precious good friend of mine,

were precious good friend of mine,
Paul Englebert."
dat wass long ago." said the trader.
Owe been thinking" said Kinross,
''that I've acted like fool about those
trees"
dat wass what was blinking, too,
desc two-dree years." responded the
other.
"Take them; they are yours" said
, Kinross. you can build your fence
there tomorrow"
"So!' said Englebert with dawning
intelligence. "De Yerman CONSUL has at
last to my complaint listened"
"Hang the German consul! MOI" cried
Einross. Il do it myself because was
wrong; because you were good to me
that time l was sick and lent me the
/ 500 and the trade"
| "And you want noding?" asked En-
! GILBERT, still incredulous.
/ II want to shake your hand and be
friends again, old man." said Kinross,
| ''same as we used to be when we play
ed dominos every night, and you'd tell
| me about the Austrian war, and how
the prince divided the cigars with you
when you were wounded"
! The German looked away. ooh, Kin
ross," he said, with a queer shining
look in his eyes, you make me much
ashamed" He turned suddenly round
and wrung the Englishman's hand in
an iron grasp. 81 too, wass fool Ho,
Malta, de beer!"
His strapping native, wife appeared
with bottles and mugs. At the sight Of
their guest she could scarcely conceal
her surprise.
"Prosit," said Englebert, touching
glasses. ''You know dem six ayers of de
Pasgoe estate" he said, looking very
hard at his companion; Every nice little
place, very sheep, yoost behind your
store?"
Kinross nodded, but his face fell, in
spite of himself
II from the American consul bought
him." went on the German. very
sheep-$2oo Chile money"
Kinross looked black.
"Dey are yours. Pay me back when
you have de money. buy dem only
to spite you. My friend, take dem"
paul, Paul." cried Kinross, 81 don't
know what to say-how to thank you!
Only this morning got money from
home, and the first thing meant to do
was to buy them."
Cali de better" said Englebert, "and,
my boy, you blant coffee. It's de gof-
fee dat bays. and l will get you blenty
leetle drees from my friend, de gap
tain in Utumbau plantation. Yoost
one glass beer. Ho, Malta, de beer!''
Kinross tore himself away with diff
ficulty and started homeward his
heart swelling with kindness for the
old Prussian. He exulted in the sir
acres he had so nearly lost. and they
now seemed to him more precious than
ever.
Then he remembered he was leaving
Vaiala, and again he heard the hum OF
London in his ears.
He found Leata sitting on the fool
spelling out 1.-THE Good News From
New Guinea" in the missionary maya
zine. He sat down beside her and
pressed her curly hair against his lips
and kissed it.
"Of all things in the world what
wouldst thou like most, LeataY ht
asked.
ITO have thee always near me- KIM
rosi," she answered. Before had NJ
understanding and was like the blacl
people in the missionary book, but nov
my heart is panied, 80 full it is will
love-"
"But II l gave thee little bag Of
gold.' he said, "and took thee to Apia
my pigeon, what wouldst thou buy?"
''First would give $40 to the new
, church." she began. "Then for my ia
Their I would buy an umbrella and .
shiny bag in which he could carry hi
cartridges and tobacco when he goe
to war; for my mother, also an UNI
, brella and picture book like that o
, the missionary's, with photographs o
! Queen Victoria and captains Of men-of
, war; for my sister, a Bible and
hymnbook, and for my brother littl
pigeon gun"
Tomorrow we shall go to Apia an,
: buy them" said Kinross. ''This morn
!. ing the pastor brought me letter fron
, Britain with present Of many dol
, lars"
, "Oh, Kinirosi," she cried, ut wa
! breaking my heart! l feared the lette
r would make you go back to the whit
: mans country"
= His resolution was taken, be 1t 70
. good or evil. 81 shall never go back,
. he said.-Ainslee's Magazine.
Clever Engineering Feat.
/! A railway recently built in souther
' Bavaria practically carries cree
across the railway, instead of the raj
e way crossing the creek. The stream |
t small tributary of the Isar rivel
( that in stormy times is swelled to enol
8 nous proportions. Every bridge tina
has hnaD huilt ovor II hoe I,aap oorr;o