Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-04-12

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Hoo, hoo"' cried En-. And they |
won't let him take the gray mare, and
Waldo has gone to the mill Hoo, hoo!
And perhaps they won't let US go and
lav goodby to him. Hoo, hoo, hoo!'
Il wish you would be quiet" said
Lyndall without moving. Does IT
give you such felicity to let Bonaparte
know he is hurting you? We will ask
10 one. 1t will be supper time soon.
Listen, and when you hear the chink of
the knives and forks we will go out
and see him"
En- suppressed her sobs and listened
intently, kneeling at the door. Sud
denly some one came to the window
and put the shutter up.
"Who was that?" said Lyndall, start
ing
The girl suppose" said En-. How
early she is this eveningE'
But LyndaIl sprang from the bed and
seized the handle of the door, shaking
il fiercely The door was locked on
the outside. She ground her teeth.
What is the matter?" asked EN-.
The room was in perfect darkness
now.
Nothing" said Lyndall quietly, "on-
ly they have locked US in.
She turned and went back to bed
again. But ere long En- heard n sound
of movement. Lyndall had climbed
up into the window and with her fin
gers felt the woodwork that surround
ed the panes. Slipping down, the girl
| loosened the iron knob from the foot
| of the bedstead, and, climbing up
\ again. she broke with it every pane of
! glass in the window, beginning at the
! top and ending at the bottom.
What are you doing?' asked En-,
who heard the falling fragments.
Her companion made her no reply,
but leaned on every little crossbar,
which cracked and gave way beneath
her. Then she pressed with all her
strength against the shutter. She had
thought the wooden buttons would
give way, but by the clinking sound
she knew that the iron bar had been
put across. She was quite quiet for a
time Clambering down, she took from
the table small one bladed penknife,
with which she began to pecE at the
hard wood of the shutter.
"What are you doing now?" asked
En-, who had ceased crying in her Won
der and had drawn near.
Trying to make hole" was the
short reply.
"Do you think you will be able toy
mo, but l am trying"
In an agony of suspense En- waited.
For ten minutes Lyndall pecked. The
hole was three-eighths of an inch deep.
Then the blade sprang into ten pieces.
what has happened nowT' asked
EN-, blubbering afresh.
Nothing" said Lyndall. Bring me
my nightgown, piece of paper and
the matches"
Wondering, En- fumbled about till
she found them.
"What are you going to do with
p she whispered.
"Burn down the window"
"But won't the whole house take fire
and burn down tooW
Eyes"
"But will it not be very wicked"
"Yes, very, and 1 do not care"
She arranged the nightgown careful
ly in the corner of the window, witt
the chips of the frame about 1t. There
was only one match in the box. Sh'
drew it carefully along the wall. Fol
a moment 1t burned up blue and show
ed the tiny face with its glistenlnt
eyes She held it carefully to the pa
per- For an instant 1t burned III
brightly, then fickered and went out
She blew the spark, but 1t died also
|, Then she threw the paper on to tn
ground, trod on it and went to her be-
and began to undress.
EN- rushed to the door, knocking
/ against it wildly.
"Oh, Tant Sannie, Tant' Sannie! Oh
let us outr' she cried. "Oh, Lyndal
what are we to doW
Lyndall wiped a drop Of blood OF
= the lip she had bitten.
} 81 am going to sleep" she said. II
you like to sit there and howl till tn
| morning, do Perhaps you will fin
+ | that it helps. never heard that how
. ing helped any one"
Long after, when En- herself ha
| gone to bed and was almost asleel
! Lyndall came and stood at her bee
+, side.
? "Here," she said, slipping a little pc
OF powder into her hand. Rub som
= on your face Does it not burn wher
e she struck you"
: Then she crept back to her own be-
Il Long long after, when En- was reall
asleep she lay still awake and folde
!. I her hands on her little breast and mu
$ tered:
/ when that day comes and | NJ
d strong, l will hate everything that hd
power and help everything that
{ weak" And she bit her lip again.
d The German looked out at the cab
It door for the last time that night. The
he paced the room slowly and sighe
II Then he drew out pen and paper an
l. sat down to write, rubbing his o.
gray eyes with his knuckles before
It began:
Ny Chickens-You did not come TO say good
n to the old man. Might your All, well, there
a land where they part no more, where saints ii
'' mortal reign.
" sit here alone, and I think OF you. VIII y
n forget the old man? When you wake tomorro
he will be far away. The old horse is lazy b
he has his stic, to help him. That is three les
n lie comes back one day with gold and diamond
v WIN you welcome himH Well, we shall see
!, 20 to meet Waldo. lie comes back with
wagon Then he follows Poor boyl G
l. knows There is n land where all things
D. made right, but that land is not here.
II My little children. serve the Saviour. Give yo
hearts to him while you are yet young. Life
short.
'e Nothing IS mine; otherwise ! would say, Ly
C. dali. take my books, En- my stones. Now 5
N nothing The things are mine. Il Is not rgl
= eous, God knows. But / am silent Let 1t
re But feel f. must say feel it.
Do not cry too much for the old man. lie g
,o, out TO seek his fortune and back with 1t
- a bag, IL may be.
IL love my children. Do they think OF meE
u am old Otto, who goes out to seek his fortune.
''' ~ O. II
8 Having concluded this quaint pr
le duction. he put 1t where the childr
IS. would find it the next morning al
bit proceeded to prepare his bundle. !
IL never thought of entering n prote
er against the loss of his goods. Like
child he submitted and wept. He hi
u, been there If years, and 1t was hard
ID 70 away. He spread open on the b
Id blue handkerchief and on 1t put o
st by one the things he thought mt
er necessary and important-a little b
ne Of curious seeds which he meant
plant some day, an old German hynl
n. book. three misshapen stones that
he greatly valued. n Bible, shirt and t'
On boudkcrchicfs. Then there was roc