The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-26
seemed to bear directly on the subject

seemed to bear directly on the subject
on hand.
But unexpected relief came to him
from Doss. who, too deeply lost in con-
temptation of his crevice, was surpris-
ed by the sudden descent Of the stone
LyndalHs foot had loosened, which,
rolling against his little front paw,
carried away piece of white skin.
Doss stood on three legs, holding up
the paw with an expression of ex-
IRENE self commiseration. He then
proceeded to hop slowly upward in
search of sympathy.
"You have hurt that dog" said Greg
DRY.
Have II" she replied indifferently
and reopened the book, as though to
resume her study Of the play.
"He's nasty, snappish little curl"
said Gregory, calculating from her
manner that the remark would be in
dorsed. "He snapped at my horses
tail yesterday and nearly made it
throw me- wonder his master didn't
take him, instead of leaving him here
to be nuisance to all Of us!"
Lyndall seemed absorbed in her play,
but he ventured another remark.
do you think now, Miss Lyndall,
that he'll ever have anything in the
world-that German. mean-money
enough to. support wife on, and all
that sort of thing? don't. He's what
call soft
She was spreading her skirt out soft
ly with her left hand for the dog to lie
down on it.
81 think should be rather astonish-
ed if he ever became a respectable
member of society,"" she said. II don't
expect to see him the possessor of bank
shares, the chairman of divisional
council and the father Of q large fami-
ly, wearing a black hat and going to
church twice on Sunday. He would
rather astonish me if he came to such
an end
Eyes; ! don't expect anything of him
either" said Gregory zealously.
We'll, l don't know" said Lyndall.
''There are some small things | rather
look to him for. If he were to invent
wings or carve a statue that one might
look at for half an hour without want
ing to look at something else, should
not be surprised. He may do some lit
tie thing Of that kind perhaps when he
has done fermenting and the sediment
has all gone to the bottom"
Gregory felt that what she said was
not wholly intended as blame.
well, l don't know" he said sulki-
ly. ITO me he looks like a fool-to
walk about always in that dead and
alive sort Of way. muttering to himself
like an old Katfir witch doctor! He
works hard enough, but it's always as
though he didn't know what he was
doing. You don't know how he looks
to person who sees him for the first
time.' u
Lyndall was softly touching the little
sore foot as she read, and Doss, to
show he liked it, licked her hand
"But, Miss Lyndall," persisted Greg
DRY, what do you really think Of
him?" ~
81 think" said Lyndall, that he is
like thorn tree, which grows up very
quietly. without any ones caring for it,
and one day suddenly breaks out into
yellow blossoms"
"And what do you think am like?"
asked Gregory hopefully.
Lyndall looked up from her book.
Like little tin duck floating on
dish of water, that comes after a piece
Of bread stuck on a needle, and the
more the needle pricks it the more it
comes on"
"Oh, you are making fun of me now,
you really are"q said Gregory, feeling
wretched. You are making fun, aren't
you, now"
"Partly. 1t is always diverting to
make comparisons
Eyes; but you don't compare me to
anything nice. and you do other people.
What is En- like, noY?
"The accompaniment OF a song. She
fills up the gaps in other peoples lives
and is always number two. But think
she is like many accomplishments
great deal better than the song she is
to accompany"
"She is not half so good us YOU are.'
said Gregory with burst Of uncon-
trollable ardor
"She is SO much better than that
her little finger has more goodness in
1t than my whole body. | hope you
may not live to find out the truth Of
that fact"
| you are like an angel" he said. the
blood rushing to his head and face
Eyes, probably. Angels are of many
orders"
you are the one being that lovew
said Gregory. quivering. 81 thought l
loved before, but know now! DO not
be angry with me. know you could
never like me. But if might but al
ways be near you to serve you would
be utterly, utterly happy. would ask
nothing in return. If you could only
take everything ! have and use it!
want nothing but to be of use to YOU"
She looked at him for few mo-
ments.
.'How do you know" she said slowly,
''that you could not do something to
serve me? You could serve me by Civ