Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-04-05

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that she should ask him; il was not a
fit and proper thing for little girls to
talk about. Then she asked him who
Copernicus was, and he said he was
one of the emperors of Rome, who
I burned the Christians in a golden
pig, and the worms eat him up while
! he was still alive. | don't know why"
said En- plaintively, but she just put
/ her books under her arm and walked
out. and she will never come to his
school again, she says, and she al
ways does what she says. And now
l must sit here every day alone" said
En-, the great tears dropping softly.
perhaps Tant' Sannle will send him
away" said the boy in his mumbling
way, trying to comfort her.
No" said En-, shaking her head,
mo. Last night when the little Hot
tentot maid was washing her feet he
told her he liked such feet and that
fat women were so nice to him, and
she said l must always put him pure
cream in his coffee now. No; he'll
never go away" said En- dolorously.
The boy put down his skins and
fumbled in his pocket and produced
q small piece of paper containing some
thing He stuck it out toward her.
"There, take it for you," he said,
this was by way of comfort.
EN- opened it and found a small bit
of gum, a commodity priced by the
u 1. . Il
down slowly on to it.
Waldo was distressed. He had cried
so much in his morsel OF life that tears
in another seemed to burn him.
If" he said, stepping in awkwardly
and standing by the table. ''if you will
not cry, l will tell you something, a
secret"
what is itY' asked EN-, instantly
becoming decidedly better
you will tell II to no human being"
NO"
He bent nearer to her and with deep
solemnity said:
Il have made machiner
En- opened her eyes.
"Yes, a machine for shearing sheep.
1t is almost DONE" said the boy.
There is only one thing that is not
right yet but it will be soon. When
tou think and think and think all night
and all day, it comes at last" he added
mysteriously.
"Where Is itT
Here | always carry 1t here" said
the boy, putting his hand to his breast,
where a bulging out was visible. This
is model. When 1t is done, they will
have to make a larR, one"
"Show it me-
The boy shook his head.
"No, not till 1t is done. l cannot let
any human being see 1t till then"
1T Is n beautiful secret" said EN-,
and the boy shuffied out to pick up his
skins.
That evening father and son sat in
the cabin eating their supper. The ia
ttIer- -SfgfIct4- -tfcvpty suIiivtfuics. Z cr-
haps he thought how long a time 1t
ras since Bonaparte had visited the
Abin, but his son was in that land In
Which sighs have no part 1t Is ques-
ton whether 1t were not better to be
the shabbiest of fools and know the
way up the little stair of imagination
to the land of dreams than the wisest
Of men, who see nothing that the eyes
do not show and feel nothing that the
hands do not touch. The boy chewed
his brown bread and drank his coffee,
but in truth he saw only his machine
finished, that last something found out
and added. He saw it as it worked
with beautiful smoothness, and over
and above, as he chewed his bread and
drank his coffee, there was that de-
lightful consciousness of something
bending over him and loving him. 1t
would not have been better in one of
the courts Of heaven, where the walls
are set with rows of the King OF
Glofy's amethysts and milk white
pearls, than there, eating his supper in
that little room.
AS they sat in silence there was
knock at the door. When it was open
ed, the small woolly head of a little
nigger showed itself. She was mes
senger from Tant Sannie. The Ger
man was wanted at once at tho home
stead. Putting ON his hat WITH both
hands, he hurried off. The kitchen
was in darkness, but in the pantry be-
yond Tant Sannie and her maids were
assembled.
A Kaffir girl who had been grinding
pepper between two stones knelt on
the floor, the lean Hottentot stood with
q brass candlestick in her hand, and
Tant Sannie, near the shelf, with q
hand on each hip, was evidently listen
ing intently, as were her companions.
"What may it beT cried the old
German in astonishment.
The room beyond the pantry was the
storeroom. Through the thin wooden
partition there arose at that instant,
evidently from some creature ensconced
there, a prolonged and prodigious howl,
followed by n succession of violent
blows against the partition wall.
The German seized the churn stick
and was about to rush round the
house when the Boer woman impress
lively laid her hand upon his arm
"That is his head" said Tant San
ME; shat is his head"
"But what might 1t be?" asked the
German, looking from one to the other,
chrrn stick in hand.
A low hollow below prevented re-
ply, and the voice of Bonaparte lifted
itself on high.
MARY Ann, my angel, my wifeF
Isn't 1t dreadful?* said Tant Sannie
as the blows were repeated fiercely.
"He has got a letter. His wife Is
dead. You must go and comfort him,
said Tant Sannie at last, ''and l will
go with you. 1t would not be the
thing for me TO go alone-me, who am
only 33, and he an unmarried man
now" said Thnt' Sannie, blushing and
smoothing out her apron.
Upon this they all trudged round
the house IN company, the Hottentot