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

you love me. l, too, could love so that
to lie under the foot of the thing Low.
ed would be more heaven than to lie
IN the breast of another. Come. Let
us go. Carry the dog" she added.
He will not bite you if l put him in
y yonr arms arms. ), so-do not let his foot
They descended the "kopje." At the
bottom he whispered:
Would you not take my arm? The
path is very rough"
She rested her fingers lightly on it.
may yet change my mind about
marrying you before the time comes.
II is very likely. Mark you'll" she said,
turning round on him. 81 remember
your words-you will give everything
ana expect nothing. The knowledge
that you are serving me is to be your
reward, and you will have that. You
VIII serve me, and greatly. The rea-
sons ! have for marrying you need
not inform you of now. You will prob
ably discover some of them before
long"
Il only want to be of some use to
you," he said.
1t seemed to Gregory that there were
pulses in the soles of his feet, and the
ground shimmered as on summers
day. They walked round the foot of
T tue 'kopje" and past the Kaffir huts
An old Kaffir maid knelt at the door of
one grinding mealies. That she should
see him walking SO made his heart beat
SO .fast that the hand on his arm felt it's
pulsation. 1t seemed that she must
envy him.
Just then EN- looked out again at the
back window and saw them coming.
She cried bitterly all the while she
sorted the skins.
But that night when Lyndan had
blown her candle out and half turned
round to sleep the door Of EMS bed
room opened.
Il want to say good night to you,
Lyndall," she said, coming to the bed
side and kneeling down.
Il thought you were asleep" Lyn-
dali replied
Yes. have been asleep, but had
such a vivid dream" she said, holding
the others hands. land that awoke me.
i never had so vivid dream before.
1T seemed was a little girl again.
and came somewhere into a large
room. On a bed in the corner there
was something lying dressed in white,
and its little eyes We're shut. and its
little face was like wax thought it
was a doll. and ran forward to take
1t. but some one held up her finger and
said: Hush. 1t is a little dead baby.
And | said. oh. | must go ana call
Lyndall, that she may look at it also
And they put their faces close down
to my ear and whispered. 1t is Lyn-
dall's baby
"And said: She cannot be grown
up yet. She is only little girl! Where
Is sle| And | went to look for YOU,
but could not find you.
"And when came to some people
who were dressed in black 1 asked
them where you We're, and they looked
down at their black clothes and shook
their heads and said nothing, and l
could not find you anywhere, and then
awoke
"Lyndall," she said, putting her face
down upon the hands she held, at
made me think about that time when
we were little girls and used to play to-
gether, when loved you better than
anything else in the world. 1t isn't
any ones fault that they love you.
They can't help it. And it isn't your
fault. You don't make them love you.
I know it,
"Thank you, DEAR" Lyndall said. cit
is nice to be loved. but it would be bet
ter to be good
Then they wished good night and
EN- went back to her room. Long aft
er Lyndall lay in the dark thinking
thinking. thinking. and as she turned
round YEARLY to sleep she muttered:
There are some wiser in their sleep
ing than in their waking