The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-26
carefully about her.

dali. 1t is very damp outside. Shall
walk With you to the houseY'
NO Lie down and rest. will come
and wake you at O'clock
She lifted her face that he might kiss
it, and when he had kissed it once she
still held it that he might kiss it again
Then he let her out. He had seated
hlmself at the fireplace when she re-
opened the door.
Have YOU forgotten anythingY'
NO
She gave one long. lingering look at
the old room. When she was gone and
the door shut. the stranger filled his
glass and sat at the table slipping it
thoughtfully
The night outside was misty and
damp. The faint moonlight. trying to
force its way through the thick air,
made darkly visible the outlines of the
buildings. The stones and walls were
moist. and now and then drop, slowly
collecting. fell from the caves to the
ground. Doss. not liking the change
from the cabins warmth, ran quickly
to the kitchen doorstep. but his mis-
tress walked slowly past him and took
her way up the winding footpath that
ran beside the stone wall of the camps.
When she came to the end of the last
camp. she threaded her way among the
stones and bushes till she reached the
Germans grave. Why she had come
there she hardly knew. She stood
looking down. Suddenly She bent and
put one hand on the face of wet
stone.
~ shall never come to you again"
she said.
Then she knelt on the ground and
leaned her face upon the stones.
Dear old man. good old man. am
so tired! she said. for we will come to
the dead to tell secrets we would never
have told to the living II am so tired.
There is light. there is WARMTH she
walled. why am alone. so hard. so
cold? l am SO weary of myself! 1t is
eating my soul to it's core-self, self.
self. cannot bear this life! can
not breathe, | cannot live! Will moth
ing free me from myself| She pressed
her cheek against the wooden post. Il
want to love. want something great
and pure to lift me to itself! Dear old
man. cannot bear it any more. am
so cold. so hard. so hard! Will no one
help me?'
The water gathered slowly on her
shawl and fell on to the wet stones.
but she lay there crying bitterly. for SO
the living soul will cry to the dead and
the creature to it's God. and of all this
crying there comes nothing. The lift
ing up of the hands brings no saliva
ton. Redemption is from within, and
neitlnr from God nor man. 1t is
wrought out by the soul itself with suf-
fering and through time.
Doss. on the kitchen doorstep. shiv-
cred and wondered where his mistress
staid so long. and once. sitting sadly
there in the damp. he had dropped
asleep and dreamed that old Otto gave
him piece of bread and patted him
on the head. and when he woke his
teeth chartered. and he moved to an
other stone to see If it was drier. At
they Went into the house together.
She lighted a candle and walked to the
Boer woman's bedroom. On nail I'M
der the lady in pink hung the key Of
| the wardrobe. She took it down and
opened the great press. From little
drawer she took ESQ. all she had in the
world. relocked the door and turned to
hang up the key. Then she paused,
hesitated The marks of tears were
i l. e.,x. -,l,z -
Fifty pounds for lover! A noble
reward! she said and opened the
wardrobe and returned the notes to
the drawer. where En- might find
| them
| Once in her own room, she arranged
the few articles she intended to take
tomorrow. burned her old letters and
then went back to the front room to
I, look ut the time. There were two
I hours yet before she must call him
| She sat down at the dressing table to
wait and leaned her elbows on it and
buried her face in her hands. The
glass reflected the little brown head
with its even parting and the tiny
hands on which it rested. Zone day l
| w III lONC SOu1ClulAS uIlSily, dAQ IuSu
will be better" she said once. Pres
emily she looked up. The large dark
eyes from the glass looked back at her
She looked deep into them.
I'VE are all alone, you and l." she
whispered. mo one helps us; no one
understands us. But we will help our
selves" The eyes looked back ut her.
There was world of assurance in
their still depths. So they had looked
at her ever since she could remember.
when it was but small child's face
above blue pinafore. I'VE shall new
er be quite alone, you and l." she said.
1--WE shall always be together. as we
were when we We're little.''
The beautiful eyes looked into the
depths of her soul.
I'VE are not afraid. We will help
ourselves!'' she said. She stretched
out her hand and pressed it over them
on the glass. Dear eyes! We will
never be quite alone till they part US
till then!'