Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1899-11-16


He looked at it closely.
Yes; the squares are ugly, but It
looks nice upon you-beautiful."
He now stood silent before them, his
great hands hanging loosely at either
side.
Some one has come today" he num-
bled out suddenly when the idea struck
him.
Who" asked both girls.
IAN Englishman on foot"
"What does he look like?" asked En-,
Il did not notice. but he has q very
large nose" said the boy slowly. .He
asked the way to the house."
Didn't he tell you his nnme|
"Yes-Bonaparte Blenkins."
"Bonaparte" said EN-. "Why, that
is like the reel Hottentot Hans plays
on the violin:
"Bonaparte. Gonaparte, my wife is sick
In the middle CT the week. but Sundays not.
give her rice and beans for SOUP.
ut is a funny name."
'There was living man called Bon.
aparte once" said she Of the great
eyes.
"Ah. yes. know" said "the
poor prophet whom the lions eat. | am
always SO sorry for him."
He was the greatest man who ever
lived" she said. "the mani like best"
And what did he do?" asked En-.
conscious that she had made mistake
and that her prophet was not the man.
He was one man. only oue." said
her little companion slowly. .yet all
the people in the world feared him.
He was not born great. He was com
mon. as we are. Yet he was master
of the world at last. Once he was only
little child. then he was n lieutenant.
then lie was general. then he was m
emperor. When he said thing to him.
self, he never forgot it. lie waited and
waited and waited. and it came at
last"
HE must have been very happy"
said EN-.
II do not know" said Lyndall, but
he had what he said he would have,
and that is better than being happy.
He was their master. and all the people
were white with fear Of him. He was
one, and they were many, and they got
him down at last They were like the
wildcats when their teeth are fast in a
great dog. like cowardly Wildcats"
said the child-"they would not let him
SO. They were many. He was only
one. They sent him to an island In the
sea, lonely island, and kept him there
fast. He was one man. and they We're
many. and they We're terrified at him.
1t was glorlous.." said the child.
sand what then?" said En-.
"Then he was alone there in that is
land, with men to watch him always"
said her companion slowly and quietly.
"and in the long lonely nights he used
to lie awake and think of the things he
had done in the old days and the things
he would do If they let him so again.
In the day, when he walked near the
shore. it seemed to him that the sea all
around him was Il cold chain about his
body pressing him to DEATH"
"And then" said En-, much inter-
ested.
"He died there in that island. He
never got away"
ut is rather Il nice story" said EN-,
'but the end is sad
sit is a terrible. hateful ending" said
the little teller of the story, leaning
forward on her folded arms. and the
worst is 1t is true. | have noticed"
added the child very deliberately. that
1t is only the made up stories that end
nicely. The true ones all end So"
AS she spoke the boys dark, heavy
eyes rested on her face.
you have read it. have you not?"
He nodded. YES: but the brown
history tells only what be did. not
what he thought"
ut was in the brown history that l
read of him." said the girl. but |
know what he thought. Books do uot
tell everything"
NO" said the boy. slowly drawing
nearer to her and sitting down ut her
feet. What you want to know they
never tell
hph NhS AS3l lhlO StANtiNS
till Doss. the dog. growing uneasy ut
Its long continuance. shifted at one
and the other, and his master broke
forth suddenly
IF they could talk. If they could
tell US now" he said. moving his hand
out over the surrounding objects. ..then
we would know something This 'kop-
te.' If 1t could tell us how 1t came here!
The Physical Geography says" he
Went on. most rapidly and confusedly.
that what are dry lands now were
once lakes. And what think is this:
These low hills We're once the shores
of lake. This 'kopie' is some of the
stones that were at the bottom. rolled
together by the water. But there. is
this: How did the water come to make
enc heap here alone in the center of the
plaln" 1t was ponderous question.
No one volunteered an answer. when
was little." said the hoy. II always
looked at 1t and wondered. and |
thought n great giant was buried I'M
der it. Now ! know the water must
have done it. but how? 1t isvery won
derful. Did one little stone come first
and stop the others MS they rolledY'
said the boy. with carnestnesS, in n