The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-02-06

and can't live eight months. Walking
py her was something with its hands
under Its coattails, flap, flap. flap. and
us chin IN the air, and stick up collar,
and the black hat on the very back
of the head. knew him! Who's
that! asked. The rich Englishman
that Tant' Trana married last week.
Rich Englishman! III rich English
man him. said. I'm tell Tant' Trana
thing Or two My fingers were just
IN his little white curls If it hadn't
been the blessed sacrament, he would
not have walked SO 'sourka. sourka.
sourka. any more. But ! thought
wait till I've had it, and then But
he sly fox. son of satan. seed of the
Amalekite, he saw me looking at him
IN the church. The blessed sacrament
wasn't half over when he takes Tant
Irana by the arm, and out they go.
clap thy baby down to it's father. and
80 after them But" said Tant' San
ME regretfully. II couldn't get up to
them. am too fat. When got to the
corner, he was pulling Tant' Trana up
into the cart. "Tant' Trana,' said,
you've married Kaffir's dog, Hot
tentot's brakje.' hadn't any more
breath. He winked at me-he winked
at me-" said Tant' Sannie, her sides
shaking with indignation, first with
one eye and then with the other, and
then drove away. Child of the Amalek
ite," said Tant' Sannie, eff it hadn't
been the blessed sacrament! Lord.
Lord, Lordv'
Here the little Bush girl came run
ming to say that the horses would
stand no longer. and, still breathing
out vengeance against her old adver-
sary,. she labored toward the cart.
Shaking hands and affectionately kiss
ing EN-, she was with some difficulty
drawn up. Then slowly the cart rolled
away. the good Boer woman putting
her head out between the sails to smile
and nod. EN- stood watching it for a
time. Then as the sun dazzled her
eyes she turned away. There was no
use in going to sit with Gregory. He
liked best sitting there alone, staring
across the green "karroo." and till the
maid had done churning there was
nothing to do. SO En- walked away to
the wagon house and climbed on to
the end of Waldo's table and sat there.
swinging one little foot slowly to and
fro. while the wooden curls from the
plane heaped themselves up against
her black print dress.
# "Waldo." she said at last, Gregory
has given me the money he got for the
wagon and oxen. and have ECO be-
sides that once belonged to some one.
know what they would have liked
to have done with it. You must take
it and go to some place and study for q
year or two"
mo, little one, will not take it," he
said as he planned slowly away. 'The
time was when ! would have beer
very grateful to any one who would
have given me little money, little
help. a little power Of gaining knowl
edge. But now have gone SO fal
alone may go on to the end. dom
want it, little one"
"Why is it always SO, Waldo-always
SOL" she said. 1--WE long for things ant
would give all we have to come near tt
them, but we never reach them. The1
at last, too late, just when we dom
want them any more, when all til,
sweetness is taken out of them, thel
they come. We don't want them then.
she said, folding her hands resigned.
on her little apron. After awhile sh
added: 81 remember once, very Ion:
ago. when ! was very little girl, m.
mother had worEbox full of colore,
reels. always wanted to play wit!
them. but she would never let me. a
last one day she said might take tn
box. was so glad hardly knew wha
to do. | ran round the house and So
down with it on the back steps. bu
when opened the box all the cotton
We're taken out"
SIZE sat for awhile longer till IL.
Katiir maid had finished churning an
was carrying the butter toward TIL
house. Then EN- prepared to slip o1
the table, but first she laid her littl
hand on Waldos. He stopped his plaI
ing and looked up.
'Gregory is going to the town tt
morrow. He is going to give in OF
banns to the minister. We are goin
be married in three weeks"
Waldo lifted her very gently frol
the table. He did not congratulate he
Perhaps he thought of the empty DO.
but he kissed her forehead grayely.
She walked away toward the hous
but stopped when she had got ha
way. ~ will bring you glass of bu
termilk when it is COOL" she Gale
out, and soon her clear voice can
ringing out through the back window
as she sang the Blue Water" to he
self and washed the butter.
Waldo did not wait till she returne'
Perhaps he had at last really grow
weary of work; perhaps he felt ii
wagon house chilly for he had shu
dered two or three times), though tn;
was hardly likely in that warm SUI
mer weather, OF perhaps, and mo
probably, one of his old dreaming fl
had come upon him suddenly. He p1
his tools carefully together, ready II