The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-09-04
ON FUY FAWKEs DAY.
By CHARLES j. BAYNE.


Copyright, 1908, by w. r. Hearst)
1t was the night before Guy Fawkes
Day." when every London urchin's heart
bubbles over.
The fantastic sports engrafted by the
gunpowder plot on the old English
Thanksgiving day-uninterruptedly cele-
brated for two hundred years-still set
the juvenile tongues a-lilting with:
BE sure to remember
The fifth Of November" etc.
IN intensified gloom pervaded & squalld
garnet near the Adelphi arches, for there
was one urchin who saw no means of Sc
curing the material out Of which to make
his Guy Fawkes manikin. Without a Guy
Fawkes, whence was to come the sport
and the pennies?
4. Everard wiped his eyes and timidly en-
tered the adjoining room.
Madeline, please, please find me some
thing!!" he pleaded in a childish treble.
Tha girls countenance became a shade
more sorrowful as she turned from the
window, looking out over the murky
Thames, and fixed her eyes on the beseech-
Ang face which so strikingly resembled
her own.
> my dear brother, there is absolutely not
a rag in the housc-unless"-
I. The boy caught at the saving word and
winked hard to drive back the rising tears.
Unless I give you the only other skirt
II have"
The hungry hope that lit his eyes was
beyond resistance and with sad deliber-
iation she at last brought forth a faded
Bingham from the clothes press.
The boy kissed her effusively and she re-
,sponded with a melancholy smile.
Now, Madeline
"Well?""
Make it for me; you do it so we'll"
y ~ atparhu n IT, will J,rirhtar wv, nu-r
thoughts" she said, half aloud.
To the boys imagination it seemed that
she was working a miracle before his very
eyes, SO skilfully she reduced the faded
skirt to an effigy Of Guy Fawkes and
stuffed it with coarse hair from her own
scanty mattress. Then she fitted a card
board cap or the head, whose features
were traced in SCOT from the ~fireless
chimney, and the manikin Of the great
consptrator was complete.
Everard fell asleep with a smile on his
face and Guy Fawkes folded affectionate-
~ in his arms.
The day which soon dawned was a long
one, for the real festivities come only with
the darkness, but at last night fell, and in
spite of the chill November air, the streets
were thronged with pirouetting gamins,
each with his lantern and his staring Guy
Fawkes.
Fleet street and the Strand blazed with
bonfires and around Billingsgate rose
many an Illuminated grotto improvised Of
oyster shells.
"A penny for Guy Fawkes, sir; a penny
for Guy Fawkes, sir"
All London seemed to echo the cry. min
glad with
3 sure to remember
The fifth Of November"
No man cooked and listened with greater
Intensity than the figure leaning against
the bold front of Somerset house. Morri-
son seemed to see the panorama of his
youth unfold before him. What a strange,
new London 1T was to him now, after a
dozen years in the Australian bush. And
in the vast wilderness. how was he to
find the face which had haunted his vision
SO persistently since those foolish. mad
words with which he had parted from one
he loved, as now he knew, better than life
itself.
What have I to be thankful for?" he
unused. The extravaganza of a GUY
FaWkes day have lost their charm with
out supplying the maturer joys of life.
What perversity induced me to return
here, anyway? Better the mines and the
BUSH
"A penny fo4 Guy Fawkes, sir; a penny,
please"
Morrison started at sound of tho thin
treble, and positively recoiled at the sight
OF the weather-beaten lad from whose
lips 1t issued.
The boy himself shrank back instinct
lively on realizing that he had caused the
agitation. -
Pardon me. sir" he said, with a gen.
tility that belied his appearance. IT did
not mean to offend.'''
Morrison stared almost wildly into his
race. Surely there could be no mistake.
Here is a sovereign for Guy Fawkes.
VINO are you, my little man?"
EVE, sir"
"Evie who?"
"Eyerard Jefferson, SIR"
The Strand went dim and Morrison
seemed to hear the penny, sir" cries afar
OF. When he recovered, a moment later.
he deluged the startled child with oues-
tions.
John street! In John street! What is
she doing there?"
All, sir. we are very"-he caught his
reath-" we had to move there, sir"
Morrison seemed about to suffocate az
he realized the situation.
Take me there at once. There, Ana
another sovereign for Guy Fawkes." He
tried to laugh.
Ten minutes later he stood on the dinev
threshold.
The charm OF native neatness obviously
invested the ill-furnished room, and there
.eohld be no doubt that the figure stand
,oa A1AAA w 90 AIle AlGuGll0e OF old
tn1here was q short, sharp exclamation OF
surprise and then an enfolding peace. The
girl buried her face In his arms.
do you know how long 1t has been
Madeline?" '
twelve years ago-on Guy Fawkes day
me bontres were not content to mock nv
misery, for they ignited the house in Ken.
sington that highland matters went from
bad to Worse-until you find me almost
alone-and in John streetl.
new house on the old site in Ken.
sington became mine yesterday-for sen.
ttment's sake-and 1 have been WONDERING
ever since how I was to furnish It.. Sun
pose. Madeline. I furnish 1t with your
Little Evarnrd approached to the sit,,a.
zion. oeua-
My Guy Fawkes brought me two SOW
e%reigns." he exclaimed. d%elightedly.
And he has brought me a SOVEREIGN
too" she answered through her hanny
tears. Appy