The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-27

be stipulated and, find
ing the sheets cold, added hastily. "and
in my nightshirt-no, in nice, soft /,
wooden nightshirt. Ah," he said, W III,
Immense enjoyment. land now let me
be comfortably asleepw
He awoke at his usual hour and was
pensive all through breakfast time.
wondering whether his overnight ex-
perience might not be q particularly
vivid dream. AT length his mind
turned again to cautious experiments.
For instance, he had three eggs for
breakfast, two his landlady had sup
piled, good, but SLOPPY, and one was a
delicious fresh goose egg, laid. cooked
and served by his extraordinary will.
He hurried off to Gomshott's In a
state of profound but carefully con-
cealed excitement, but only remem-
bered the shell OF the third egg when
his landlady spoke of 1t that night.
All day he could do no work because
of this astonishingly new self knowl-
edge, but this caused him no incon-
venience, because he made up for 1T
miraculously in his last ten minutes.
AS the day wore on his state of mind
passed from wonder to elation, albeit
the circumstances of his dismissal from
the Long Dragon We're still disagree
able to recall, and garbled account
| of the matter that had reached his col
leagues led to some hadinage. 1t was
| evident he must be careful how he lift
ed frangible articles, but in other
ways his gift promised more and more
! as he turned it over in his. mind. He
/, Intended among other things to in
crease his personal property by I'M
I ostentatious acts of creation. He
called into existence pair of very
annihilated them again as young Com
shott came across the counting house
to his desk. He was afraid young
Gomshott might wonder how he had
come by them. He saw quite clearly
the gift required caution and watch
fuiness in its exercise, but so far as
he could Judge the difficulties attend.
ing its mastery would be no greater
than those he had already faced in the
study of cycling 1t was that analogy,
perhaps. quite as much as the feeling
Long Dragon, that drove him out after
supper into the lane beyond the gas
works to rehearse few miracles in
: private.
, There was possibly a certain want OF
originality in his attempts, for apart
| from his villa power Mr.. Fotheringay
J was not very exceptional man. The
> miracle Of Moses rod came to his
mind. but the night was dark and un
t favorable to the proper control of large
. miraculous snakes. Then he recollect
: ed the story of .'Tannhauser" that he
E had read on the back Of the Philhar
+ monte programme. That seemed to hin
: singularly attractive and harmless. HI
q stuck his walking stick-a very mic,
Poona-Penang lawyer-into the tur
0 that edged the footpath, and command
' ed the dry wood to blossom. The al
t was Immediately full of the scent O
e roses, and by means of match he So
t for himself that this beautiful miracle
e was indeed accomplished. His salts
t faction was ended by advancing foot
+ steps Afraid of a premature discov
: cry of his powers, he addressed TIL
(. blossoming stick hastily: go back.
i What he meant was change back: .
: but of course he was confused. TIL
n stick receded at a considerable veloci
e ty, and incontinently came a cry of an
d ger and a bad word from the approach
k ing person. who are you throwing
n brambles at you fool?' cried voice
D THAT got me on the shin"
e Pm sorry. old chap" said Mr.. Fotl
eringay, and then, realizing the awk
=. ward nature Of the explanation, caugh
., neryously at his mustache. He say
Winch, one of the three Immering cor
= stables, advancing.
J. What dyer mean by it?" asked th
% constable. Hello! It's you, is it
The gent that broke the lamp at til
~ Long Dragon
l. Il don't mean anything by it," sal
r Mr.. Fotheringay. Nothing at all.
~ "What dyer do it for then?"
a ooh, bother" said Mr.. Fotheringa.
! Bother indeed! Dyer know tina
y stick hurt? What dyer do it for, eh?
\. For the moment Mr.. Fotheringa
could not think what he had done
: for. His silence seemed to irritate NJ
! Winch. you've been assaulting th
4 police. young man. this time. That
4 what You DONE"
| 'Look here. Mr. Which," said NJ
Fotheringay. annoyed and confused
I'm very sorry. The fact Isl
] "Well?"
He could think Of no way but th
4 truth. II was working a miracle.
4 He tried to speak in an offhand wa.
but try as he would he couldn't.
4 "Working a Ere, don't talk no
! Working miracle, indeed! Miracl.
i Well that's downright funny! VIII.
| you's the chap that don't believe
miracles. Fact is, this is another {
your silly conjuring tricks; that's wha
/ this is. Now, tell YOU
| But Mr.. Fotheringay never hear
| what Mr.. Winch was going to tell hin
j He realized he had given himself ava,
flung his valuable secret to the ia
1 winds of heaven A violent puSt of i