The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-01-23

CLEVER TcIudFk duQ WlSu0u IL DUCK.
Before Lyndall replied EN- looked in
at the door.
"Oh. come!" she said. ''They are GO
ing to have the cushion dance. l do
not want to kiss any of these fellows.
Take me quickly"
She slipped her hand into Gregory's
arm.
at is so dusty, En-. Do you care to
dance any moreY he asked without
rising.
ooh, do not mind the dust, and the
dancing rests me-"
But he did not move.
II feel tired. I do not think I shall
dance again." he said.
En- withdrew her hand, and young
farmer came to the door and bore her
off.
81 have often imagined"- remarked
Gregory, but Lyndall had risen.
81 am tired" she said. II wonder
where Waldo is. He must take me
home. These people will not leave off
till morning, suppose. It is 8 al
ready"
She made her way past the fiddlers
and bench full of tired dancers and
passed out at the front door. On the
''stoep" group Of men and boys were
smoking, peeping in at the windows
and cracking coarse jokes. Waldo was
certainly not among them, and she
made her way to the carts and wagons
| drawn up at some distance from the
! homestead
waldo she said, peering into a
! large cart, lis that you? am so dazed
with the tallow candles see nothing
He had made himself place be-
tween the two seats. She climbed up
and sat on the sloping floor in front.
II thought should find you here"
she said, drawing her skirt up about
| her shoulders. you must take me
home presently, but not now"
She leaned her head on the seat near
to his, and they listened in silence to
the fitful twanging of the f1ddles as
the night wind bore it from the farm
house and to the ceaseless thud of the
dancers and the peals Of gross laugh
ter. She stretched out her little hand
I to feel for his.
ut is SO nice to lie here and hear that
noise" she said. 81 like to feel that
strange life beating up against me. I
like to realize forms of life utterly I'M
like NINE" She drew long breath.
"When my own life feels small and I
am oppressed with it, like to crush to-
gether and see it in picture, in an
instant, multitude of disconnected
unlike phases of human life-a me-
diaeval monk with his string of beads
pacing the quiet orchard and looking
up from the grass at his feet to the.
heavy fruit trees; little Malay boys
playing naked on shining seabeach;
a Hindoo philosopher alone under his
banyan tree. thinking. thinking, think
ing, SO that in the thought of God he
may lose himself; a troop Of Bacchana-
lians dressed in white, with crowns Of
vine leaves, dancing along the Roman
streets; martyr on the night of his
death looking through the narrow win
dow to the Sky and feeling that already
he has the wings that shall bear him
up" (she moved her hand dreamily
over her face); IAN epicurean discourse
\ ing at a Roman bath to q knOt of his
disciples on the nature of happiness;
a Kaffir witch doctor seeking for herbs
by moonlight, while from the huts on
the hillside come the sound of dogs
barking and the voices Of women and
children; mother giving bread and
milk to her children. in little wooden
basins and singing the evening song.
i like to see it all. l feel it run
through me. That life belongs to me.
1t makes my little life large. 1t breaks
down the narrow walls that shut me
i'm
She sighed and drew long breath.
"Have you made any plan?' she
asked him presently
YES" he said the words coming in.
jets, with pauses between; 81 will take
the gray mare. will travel first. 1
will see the world. Then l will find
work.
What work?'
II do not know"
She made little impatient move.
meg.
That is no plan-travel, see the
world. find work! If you go into the
world aimless, without a definite OBJ
ject, dreaming, dreaming, you will be
definitely defeated, bamboozled knock
ed this way and that. In the end you
will stand with your beautiful life all
spent and nothing to show. They talk
of genius. 1t is nothing but this-that
a man knows what he can do best and
does it and nothing else. Waldo" she
said, knitting her little fingers closer
among his, II wish could help you.
wish | could make you see that you
must decide what you will be and do.
1t does not matter what you choose.
Be a farmer, business man, artist,
what you will, but know your aim and
live for that one thing. We have only
one life. The secret of success is con-
4 centration. Wherever there has been
a great life or great work, that has
gone before. Taste everything little,
look at everything little, but live for
one thing. Anything is possible to a