Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-01-18

how Tant' Sannie and l, YOU and
Bonaparte, st. Simon on his pillar and
the emperor dining off larks tongues
are one and the same compound, mere
ly mixed in different proportions. What
is microscopic in one is largely devel-
oped in another, what is rudimentary
in one man is an active organ in an
other, but all things are in all men,
and one soul is the model of all. We
shall find nothing new in human ma
ture after we have once carefully dis
sected and analysed the one being we
ever shall truly know-ourself.
'"rhe Kaffir girl threw some coffee on
my arm in bed this morning. l felt dis
pleased, but said nothing. Tant' San
ME would have thrown the saucer at
her and sworn for an hour, but the
feeling would be the same irritated
displeasure. If huge animated stom-
ach like Bonaparte We're put under a
glass by skillful mental microscopic,
even he would be found to have an en-
bryonic doubling somewhere indica-
tive Of a heart and rudimentary bud
dings that might have become con-
science and sincerity. Let me take
your arm, Waldo. How full you are
of mealie dust! No; never mind. 1t
will brush off. And sometimes what is
more amusing still than tracing the
likeness between man and man is to
trace the analogy there always is be-
tween the progress and development Of
one Individual and of whole nation
or, again, between a single nation and
the entire human race. 1t is pleasant
when 1t dawns on you that the one is
just the other written out in large let
tiers and very odd to find all the little
follies and virtues and developments
and retrogressions written out in the
big worlds book that you find in your
little internal SELF 1t is the most
amusing thing know of, but of course,
being woman, have not often time
for such amusements. Professional
duties always first, you know. 1t takes
great deal Of time and thought al
ways to look perfectly exquisite, even
for pretty woman. Is the old buggy
still in existence, Waldo?"
yes, but the harness is broken
'Well, l wish you would mend 1t.
You must teach me to drive. l must
learn something while l am here.
got the Hottentot girl to show me how
to make 'sarsarties' this morning and
Tant' Sannie is going to teach me to
make 'kapjes.' l will come and sit
with syou this afternoon while you
mend the harness"
Thank you"
| mo; don't thank me. come for my
own pleasure. never find any one I
| can talk to. Women bore me, and men
talk so to-'Going to the ball this
evening? Nice little dog that OF yours.
Pretty little ears. So fond of pointer
upsy And they think me fascinating,
charming! Men are like the earth, and
| we are the moon. We turn always
one side to them, and they think there
| is no other because they don't see it,
| but there is"
They had reached the house now.
"Tell me when you set to work." she
| said and walked toward the door.
Waldo stood to look after her, and
Doss stood at his side, look Of pain
full uncertainty depicted on his small
countenance and one little foot poised
in the air. Should he stay with his
master or go? He looked at the figure
with the wide straw hat moving to-
ward the house, and he looked up at
his master. Then he put down the lit
tie paw and went. Waldo watched
them both in at the door and then
walked away alone. He was satisfied
that at least his dog was with her.