The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-04-20

Shickshack. He was fine old man,
but if were you l wouldn't lie out
all night and all day on his gravel"
"Sally have tell me this is where she
10 bury'!"
'Who? Peggy?"
eyes, Sieur Abe. Where Is she?"
cat the tavern"
"She is not dead?"
"Not bit!"
But Sally have tell me"
Haven't you summered and wintered
Sally long enough to know when she
is paying you grudge?"
But l run to the tavern myself
"And scare Ann, and run away again
without asking any questions. I've
had long jaunt through the mud and
searched the better part of day for
YOU"
Antywine threw his arms around
Lincoln and sobbed and laughed like
woman. He swayed, and could
scarcely stand.
you've made yourself sick being so
downhearted when you ought to have
kept your wits. That Lorimer fellow
is back at the Grove again, and he's
making a bold stand now. If he had
known I carry that snakeskin ]
reckon he would have followed our
chain. But Dick Yates is here. We
tried to find you last night, and
couldn't"
81 tell Sally l not believe herr"
shivered Antywine.
"And then you leg it out here and
pass a sentimental night and watery
day on Daddy Cameron's grave! Pm
surprised at you!"
The American way of joking over
what had been tragedy seemed
delicious to the Canadian boy as he
tramped back the long seven miles.
When he reached his house at the end
of the village Lincoln did not think it
advisable to take him any farther.
Antywine was so i'll that he lay down
upon the floor, resisting any suggestion
of food.
Through delirious eyes he saw the
blaze, which Lincoln contrived to start
in the chimney, interlace sticks piled
there months before in readiness for
a first house warming.
Lincoln was on his knees blowing
it when he heard Sticky Green pant
through the door:
Are you here, Abe? You're wanted
at the tavern
What's the matter at the tavern?"
"The Grove boys are coming to
throw everything out of doors if you
don't give that Lorimer man the Span
lard and her money!
How do you know"
Martha Bell Clary slipped off on
her fathers horse and brought word"
Where's Dick?"
He's looking somewhere else for
YOU"
Lincoln stood up and glanced at
Antywine, who had suffered, but was
unable to fight, resting like log at
the hearth corner.
"Poor Antywine!" he whispered, and
carefully shut the door as he went out
to settle the unconscious boys fate.
The night was starlit and cloudless,
but there was no moon. Dull panes of
oiled paper revealed candles in some
houses, but hush like expectation
seemed to stretch along the unseen
windings Of the street. When the Grove
boys mounted for raid of any sort
they usually rode at full gallop, yelling
like Indians. Lincoln was ahead of
Sticky Green in the race to the tavern,
when both stopped, halted by pro-
cession with lanters. There had been
no noise of shouting and no crash of
destruction. The quiet approach of the
company seemed worse than its ordi-
nary rioting.
They didn't stop at the tavern!"
whispered Sticky Green.
They had been to the tavern, for Dick
Yates, bareheaded. was leading them
peaceably away from it, walking in
front of the cavalcade; and a girls
figure could be discerned sitting upon
a led horse. The velvet dust of q
village road muf1ied the tread of hoofs
But along house fronts on each side
where footpaths were marked by daily
use, sounded the uneven patter o.
many feet. Men, women and children
of New Salem, suffered to witness VIVA
they could not prevent, were lowering
around Lincoln and the little Spaniard
He thought he saw Ann Rutledge, il
her short-sleeved house dress, her face
showing white and anxious through
the dark; and Minter Grayham, who's,
Magazines and puny strength thu
Grove boys would have laughed at il
opposed to them.
Here is Abe Lincoln" announced
Yates; and as if he had given a com
mand to halt. the company halted.
Here am" said Lincoln. "De
you want me?" Dick and Sticky stood
beside him in the middle of the road
"My friends and 1" spoke voice
with a foreign accent, have an af
fair of two minutes with you. You
have somewhere a snakeskin purse
belonging to my cousin, Consuele
Lorimer. Bring it and you shall moi
be injured"
"But if did she'd be inju. ed"
Don't let them take me, Mr. Lin.
coln!" besought Peggy from the midst
of the riders. 81 will not go! Where.