The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-12-26
The story Of On African Form.
By OLIVE soHRE1NBR.
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Iuy dcCoIlt. 10 HOl make yOurSelf I'M
happy. No; shall go bareheaded.'
mo. no. no." cried the German ener-
getically. II have no use for the hat.
none at all. 1t is shut up in the box.
"Then l will take it. my friend 1t
is comfort to ones own mind when
you have Internationally injured any
one to make reparation. know the
| feeling. The hat may not be of that re-
| fined cut of which the old one was. but
| it will serve: yes. it will serve. Thank
| you" said Bonaparte. adjusting it on
his head and then replacing it on the
table. 81 shall lie down now and take
little repose," he added 81 much
fear my appetite for supper will be
lost"
| 81 hope not; | hope not" said the
German. reseating himself at his work
and looking much concerned as Bona
| parte stretched himself on the bed and
turned the end of the patchwork quilt
| over his feet
You must not think to make your
departure. not for many days" said
| the German presently. "Tant' Sannie
| gives her consent, and
"My friend" said Bonaparte closing
his eyes sadly. you are kind. but were
it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath,
weak and trembling as lie here.
would proceed on my way. | must
seek work. ldleness but for day is
| painful Work. lahor-that is the Sc
cret of all true happiness.
He doubled the pillow under his head
and watched how the German drew
the leather tAongs in and out.
After awhile Lyndall silently put her
book on the shelf and went home, and
the German stood up and began to mix
| AS he stirred them with his hands he
said:
81 make always double supply on
Saturday night. The hands are then
free as the thoughts for Sunday"
"The blessed Sabbath!' said Bona
parte.
There was Il pause. Bonaparte twist
ed his eyes without moving his head
to see if supper We're already on the
fire.
You must sorely miss the admins
tration of the Lords word in this DESC
late spot" added Bonaparte. "Oh. how
love thine house and the place where
thine honor dwelleth!''
'Well, we do: yes" said the German
But we do our best. We meet to-
gether. and I-well. say few words.
and perhaps they are not wholly lost
not quite
Il Cfpon
parte. my plan always was the same.
Was in the Free State once-solitary
farm-one neighbor Every Sunday |
called together friend and neghbor.
child and servant. and said. Rejoice
with me. that we may serve the Lord.
and then addressed them. All. those
We're blessed times!' said Bonaparte.
would they might return"'
The German stirred at the cakes. and
stirred and stirred and stirred He
could give the stranger his bed and
he could give the stranger his hat. and
he could give the stranger his brandy.
but his Sunday service.
After good while he said:
81 might speak to Tant' Sannie l
might arrange. You might take the
service in my place If it,
my friend said Bonaparte, lit
would give me the profoundest felicity.
the most unbounded satisfaction. but
in these wornout habiliments, in these
deteriorated garments. it would not be
possible it would not be fitting. that !
should ofticiate in service of One who
for respect we shall not name. No
my friend will remain here, and
while you are assembling yourselves
together in the presence of the Lord. l.
in my solitude. will think Of and pray
for you. No: will remain here"
1t was a touching picture-the soil
tary man there praying for them. The
German cleared his hands from the
meal and went to the chest from
which he had taken the black hat
After a little careful feeling about be
produced a black cloth coat. trousers
! and waistcoat. which he laid on the
table, smiling knowingly. They were
of new, shining cloth. worn twice 6
year, when he went to the town t.
"nachtnlaal." He looked with grea
pride at the coat as he unfolded it ant
| held it up.
Its not the latest fashion, perhaps
not n west end cut. not exactly, but i
might do. it might serve at a push
Try it on. try it on he said his ole
gray eyes twinkling with pride.
Bonaparte stood up and tried on thu
coat 1t fitted admirably The waist
coat could be made to button by rip
ping up the back. and the trouser!
were perfect but below We're the rag
ged boots. The German was not dis
concerted. Going to the beam where
pair of top boots hung, he took then
off, busted them carefully and pu
them down before Bonaparte. The ole
eyes now fairly brmmed over will
sparkling enjoyment.
81 have only worn them once The!
might serve; they might be endured"
ii Bonaparte drew them on and stoot
upright, his head almost touching the
beams. The German looked at hin
with profound admiration. 1t wa:
l wonderful what n diffnrpocn fao tl,ar