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

This was always the way when n
left things TO servants, She grunlbled
to herself, but when once she was mar
ried to her husband Bonaparte it would
not matter whether q sheep spoiled OF
no-Nhen once his rich aunt with the
dropsy was dead. She smiled as she
dived her hand into the pickle water.
at that instant her niece entered the
room below, closely followed by Bona
parte, with his head on one side, snil-
ing mawkislly. Had Tant' Sannie
spoken at that moment the life OF
BonaDarte Blenkins would have run 4
wholly different course. AS it was, she
remained silent, and neither noticed
the open trapdoor above their heads.
"Sit there, my love-" said Bona
parte, motioning Trana into her aunt's
elbow chair and drawing another close
up in front OF it, in which he seated
himself. There; put your feet upon
the stove 90. Your aunt has gone out
somewhere. Long have l waited for
this suspicious event."
Trana, who understood not one word
of English, sat down in the chair and
| wondered If this was one of the strange
| customs CT other iands-that an old
gentleman HAY bring his chair up to
yours and sit with his knees touching
YOU. She had been five days in Bona
parties company and feared the old
man and disliked his nose.
"How long have l desired this mo-
ment.' said Eonaparte. but that
aged relative of thine is always casting
her unhallowed shadow upon us. Look
into my eyes. Trana."
Bonaparte knew that she compre-
hended not a syllable, but he under
stood that it is the eye, the tone. the
action, and not at all the rational word,
that touches the love chords. He saw
she changed color.
CAN night" said Bonaparte. 81 lie
awake. l see naught but thy angelic
countenance. l open my arms to re-
ceive thee. Where art thou. where?
Thou art not there!!' said Bonaparte,
suiting the action to the words and
spreading out his arms and drawing
them to his breast.
ooh. please, l don't understand said
Trana. 81 want to go away"
"1es, yes" said Bonaparte, leaning
back in his chair, to her great relief,
and pressing his hands on his heart,
''since first thy a~methystine counte-
nance was impressed here, what have l
not suffered. what have | hot felt? oh.
the pangs unspoken. burning as an ar
dent coal in Il fiery and uncontaminat-
ed bosom!" said Bonaparte, bending
forward again.
Dear Lord" said Trana to herself.
how foolish | have been! The old
man has a pain in his stomach. and
now, as my aunt is out. he has come to
me to help him."
She smiled kindly at Bonaparte and,
pushing past him, went to the bedroom,
quickly returning with a bottle of red
drops in her hand.
"They arc very good for 'benaauwd-
heit. My mother always drinks them"
she said. holding the bottle out
The face in the trapdoor was a fiery
rcd. Like a tiger cat ready to spring,
Tant' Sannie crouched. with the shout
der of mutton in her hand. Exactly
beneath her stood Bonaparte. She rose
and clasped with both arms the barrel
of salt meat.
What. rose of the desert, nightin-
gale of the colony. that with thine
aiaorous In: whilest the lonesome
light" cried %Bonaparte, Selling the
hand that held the "vonlicense." Nay
struggle not. Fly as a stricken fawr
into the arms that would embrace thee
thou
Here a stream of cold pickle water
heavy with ribs and shoulders. de
scending on his head, abruptly ter
minated his speech. Half blinded, Bona
parte looked up through the drops tina.
hung from his eyelids and saw the rec
face that looked down at him. Witt
one wild cry he fled. AS he passed
out at the front door a shoulder of NUT
ton, well directed, struck the blacl
coat on the small Of the back.
Bring the ladder! Bring the ladder
l will go after him." cried the Boer wo
man as Bonaparte Blenkins wildly flee
into the fields.
y
Late in the evening of the same da.
Waldo knelt on the fool of his cabin
He bathed the foot of his dog which
had been pierced by a thorn. Th,
bruises on his own back had had tiv
days to heal in, and, except Il littl
stiffness in his movements, there wa
: nothing remarkable about the bow,
The troubles of the young are 500
over. They leave no external mark
! If you wound the tree in it's youth. til
bark will quickly cover the cash; bu
when the tree is very old, peeling TIL
bark off and looking carefully, you vii
see the scar there still. All that i
r buried is not dead.
Waldo poured the arm milk owe
, the little swollen foot. Doss lay YER