Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-03-29

The girl knit her brows. Perhaps
her thoughts made a longer journey
than the German dreamed of, for, mark
you. the old dream little how their
words and lives are texts and studies
to the generation that shall succeed
them. Not what we are taught, but
what we see, makes US, and the child
gathers the food on which the adult
feeds to the end.
When the German looked up next,
there was n look of supreme satisfac-
ton in the little mouth and the beauti-
ful eyes.
what dost see, chlcken?" he asked.
The child said nothing, and an ag-
onizing shrek was borne on the after
noon breeze.
% Cod my God, l am killed. cried
the voice of Bonaparte as he, with
wide open mouth and shaking flesh,
fell into the room, followed by 4 half
grown ostrich. which put its head in
at the door, opened its beak at him
and went away.
"Shut the door! Shut the door! AS
you value my life, shut the door, cried
Bonaparte. sinking into Il chair, his
face blue and white, with a greenisE-
ness about the mouth. "Ah, my friend
he said tremulously, eternity has
looked me in the face! My life's thread
hung upon cord! The valley of the
shadow of deathr' said Bonaparte.
Selling the Germans arm.
Dear, dear, DEAR said the German,
who had closed the lower half of the
door and stood much concerned beside
the stranger You have had fright.
never knew so young q bird to chase
before. hut they will take dislikcs to
certain people sent a boy away
once brcau.c bird would chase him.
All. dear. dcar!'
when | looked round. said Bona
parta the red aad yawn!ng cavity
was above me ana the reprehensibie
paw raised to strike me. My nerves."
said Bonap1Itc. suddenly growing
faint. always delicate. highly strung,
are broken. brokeni You could not
give . little wine lttl2 brandy. my
friend|
The old German hurried away to the
bookshelf and took from behind the
books small bottle, half Of whose
contents he poured into Il cup. Bona
parte drained it eagerly.
How do you feel nowT' asked the
German. looking ut him with much
sympathy.
"A little. slightly, better"
The German went out to pick up the
battered chimney pot which had fallen
before the door.
81 am sorry you got the fright. The
birds are bad things till you know
them" he said sympathetically as he
put the hat down.
"My friend" said BonaDarte, holding
ont his hand. II forgive you. DO not
be disturbed Whatever the conse-
quences. | forgive you. | know, | be-
lieve it was with no i'll intent that you
allowed me to go out. Give me your
hand. | have no i'll feeling. none!'
"You are very kind" said the Ger
man, taking the extended hand and
feeling suddenly convinced that he was
receiving magnanimous for giveness for
some great injury; you are very
kind"
Don't mention II" said Bonaparte.
lie knocked ont the crown Of his
cavcd in old hat, placed it on the table
before him, leaned his elbows on the
table and his face In his hands and
contemplated it.
"Ah, my old friend'-he thus apos-
trophiZed the hat-"yOu have served
me long, you have served me faithful
ly, but the last day has come! Never
more shall you be borne upon the head
Of your master; never more shall you
protect his brow from the burning rays
Of summer or the cutting winds of
winter. Henceforth bareheaded must
your master go. Goodby, goodby, old
hat"
At the end of this affecting appeal
| the German rose. He went to the box
at the foot of his bed Out Of II he
took n black hat which had evidently
been seldom worn and carefully pre-
served.
"Its not exactly what you may have
been accustomed to-" he said nervous
ly, putting 1t down beside the battered
! chimney pot, but it might be Of some
| use, protection to the heal. you
know"
"My friend" said Bonaparte you
are not following my advice. You are
allowing yourself to be reproachtl on
my account. DO not make yourself un-
| happy. No; | shall go baTaheaded."
"No, no, nor cried the German ener-
getlcally. 81 have no use for the hat,
none at all. 1t is shut up In the box"
"Then ! viii take 1t, my friend. 1t
is a comfort TO ones own mind when
you have unintcntlonally injured any
one TO make reparation. | know the
feeling. The hat may not be Of that re-
fined cut Of which the old one was, but
1t will serve; yes, 1t will serve. Thank
you" said Bonaparte, adjusting 1t on
his head and then replacing It on the
table 81 shall lie down now and take
n little repose," he added. 81 much
fear my appetite for supper will be
! lost"
al hope not; l hope not" said the
! German. reseating himself at his work
and looking much concerned as Bona
! partc stretched himself on the bed and
! lIIA'tl lilc Gnu VI AIlt p'llNhNOlh iA4il
| over his feet
you must not think to make your
| departure, not for many days" said
! the German presently. "Tant Sannie
! gives her consent, and
"My friend" said Bonaparte, closing
his eyes sadly, you are kind, but were
| it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath,
weak and trembling as | lie here, l
would proceed on my way. | must
seek work Idleness but for n day Is
| painful Work labor-that Is the Sc
cret Of all true happiness"
lie doubled the pillow under his head
ana watched how the German drew
the leather thongs in and out,
After awhile Lyndall silently Out her
book on the shelf and went home, and
! the German stood up and began to mix
some water and meal FOR roastcr cakes.
As he stirred them with his hands he
! said:
Il make always n double supply on
! Saturday night. The hands are then
free us the thoughts for Sunday"
"rhc blessed Sabbath~ said Bona
! partc.
There was pause. BonGparte twist
ed his eyes without moving his head
to see If supper were already on the
| fire.
"You must sorcly miss the admins
tratlou Of the Lords word In this desc