The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-05

sald bonaparte, pattlng him on the
cheek.
The boy looked up at him. no sui
Ienly, not an@rily. There was q wild.
ftful terror in the eyes. Bonaparte
made haste TO 60 out and shut the door
and leave him alone in the darkness.
lie himself was afraid of that look.
1t was almost morning. Waldo lay
with his face upon the ground at the
foot of the fuel heap. There was a
round hole near the top of the door
where a mot of wood had fallen out,
and a stream of gray light came in
through it.
An, it was going to end at last! Moth
ing lasts forever, not even the night.
How was it he had never thought of
that before? For in all that long dark
night he had been very strong, had
eve been tired, never felt pain, had
run on and on, up and down, up and
down. He had not dared to stand still,
and he had not known it would end.
He had been so strong that when he
struck his head with all his force upon
the stone wall it did not stun him mol
pain him. only made him laugh. That
was a dreadful night. When he clasp
ed his hands frantically and prayed,
so God, my beautiful God, my sweet
God. once, only once, let me feel you
neal me tonight" he could not feel
him. He prayed aloud, very loud, and
he got no answer. When he listened,
it was all quite quiet, like when the
priests of Baal cried aloud to their god,
so Baal. hear us; o Baal, hear us!'
out Baal was gone %a-hunting.
That was a long, wild night. and wild
thoughts came and went in it; but they
left their marks behind them forever;
for, as years cannot pass without
leaving their traces behind them, nei-
Their can nights into which are forced
the thoughts and sufferings of years.
| And now the dawn was coming, and at
last he was very tired. He shivered
and tried to draw the shirt up over his
shoulders. They were getting stiff. He
had never known they We're cut in the
night. He looked up at the white light
that came in through the hole at the
top of the door and shuddered. Then
he turned his face back to the ground
and slept again.
Some hours later Bonaparte came to-
ward the fuel house With a lump of
bread in his hand. He opened the door
and peered in. then entered and touch
ed the fellow with his boot. Seeing that
he breathed heavily, though he did not
rouse, B%onaparte threw the bread
down on the ground. He was alive.
That was one thing. He bent over
him and carefully scratched open one
of the cuts with the nail of his fore.
finger, examining with much interest
his last nights work. He would have
to count his sheep himself that day.
The boy was literally cut up. He lock-
ed the door and went away again.
ooh. Lyndall." said En-, entering the
afternoon, Il have been begging Bona.
parte to let him out. and he won't"
THE more you beg the more he will
not" said Lyndall.
She was cutting out aprons on the
table.
ooh, but it's late. and | think they
wan to kill him." said En-. weeping
bitterly; and. finding that no more con
ISOLATION was to be gained from her
cousin, she went off numbering, 81
wonder you can cut out al rons when
Waldo is shut up like that"
Fol ten minutes after she was gone
Lyndall worked on quietly. Then she
folded up her stuff, rolled it tightly to.
gether and stood before the closed door
of the sitting room with her hands
closely clasped. A flush rose to he1
face. She opened the door quickly,
walked in and Went to the nail Oh
which the key of the fuel room hung
Bonaparte and Tant' Sannie sat there
and saw her.
"What do you want?" they asked to
gether.
This key" she said, holding it III
and looking at them.
"Do you mean her to have it?' sale
Tant' Sannie in Dutch.
"Why don't you stop her" asked
Bonaparte in English.
"ITYhy do It you take it from her?'
said Tant' s,annie.
So they looked at each other, talking
while Lyndall walked to the fuel house
with the key, her underlip bitten in.
"Waldo," she said as she helped hin
to stand up and twisted his arm abou
her waist to support him, I'VE will no
be children always. We shall have thu
power, too, some day" She kissed hi
naked shoulder with her soft littl,
mouth. 1t was all the comfort he
young soul could give him.
CHAPTER XIII.