Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1899-12-14
CHAPTER x.
HE SHOWS HIS TEETH.

EWallOWtailed coats and oiled his hair
till the drops fell from it and 1t lay as
smooth as an elders on sacrament Sun
day, there would still have been some
thing thanointed in the aspect Of the
fellow, AS it was, standing there in
us strange old costume, his head pre-
senting much the appearance of hav-
Ing been deeply rolled in sand, his eye
lids swollen, the hair hanging over his
forehead and logged sullenness ON
his features, he presented most the ap-
pearance OF an ill conditioned young
buffalo.
Beloved Lord" cried Tant' Sannie,
show he looks! Come in. boy. Couldn't
you come and say good day to me?
Don't you want some supper?"
He said he wanted nothing and
turned his heavy eyes away from her.
there's a ghost been seen in your
fathers room," said Tant' Sannie. "If
you're afraid, you can sleep in the
Kitchen"
81 will sleep in our room," said the
boy slowly.
s. "Well, you can go now" she said,
"but be up early to take the sheep. The
herd
Yes, be up early, my boy" inter-
rupted Bonaparte, smiling. 81 am to
be master of this farm now, and we
shall be good friends, l trust. very
good friends, If you try to do your
duty, my dear boy"
Waldo turned to go, and Bonaparte,
looking benignly at the candle, stretch
ed out one unstockinged foot, over
which Waldo, looking at nothing in
particular, fell with heavy thud upon
the floor.
Dear mel hope you are not hurt,
my boy" said Bonaparte. you'll have
many a harder thing than that, though,
before you've gone through life," he
added consolingly as Waldo picked
.<hfmyu1r up.
The lean Hottentot laughed till the
room rang again, and Tant' SSannie tit
tered till her sides ached.
When he had gone, the little maid be-
gan to wash Bonaparte's feet.
20 Lord, beloved Lord, how he did
s fall! can't think Of it," cried Tant'
sannie, and she laughed again. II al
ways did know he was not right, but
this evening any one could see it." she
added wiping the tears of mirth from
her face. His eyes are as wild as If
the devil was in them. He never was
like other children. The dear Lord
knows, If he doesn't walk alone for
hours talking to himself. If you sit in
che room with him, you can see his lips
moving the whole time, and if you talk
to him 20 times he doesn't hear you.
Daft eyes-hes as mad as mad can
be-"
The repetition of the word mad con-
veyed meaning to Bonaparte's mind.
He left off padding his toes in the wa
ter.
Mad, mad? know that kind of
md" said Bonaparte, "and know
the thing to give for it the front end
Of a little horsewhip, the tip; nice
thing; takes it out" said Bonaparte.
The Hottentot laughed and trans.
. lated.
mo more walking about and talking
to themselves on this farm now" said
Bonaparte, mo more Winding of sheep
and reading of books at the same time.
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