The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-11-04

gesture OF his right hand, the theatel
O. the woods. See the sloping hills
tree above tree, like winding galleries
Here is coliseum old. past reckoning
Why, boy, long before men saw the
Seven Hills it was old. Yet see hoE
new it is, how fresh it's color. how
strong its timbers, See the many seats
each with a good view, an the multi
tude o. the people, yet most O. them are
hidden. Ten thousand eyes are looking
down upon US. Tragedies an come
dies o. the forest are enacted here.
stage-the spent deer swimming for
his life, the painter stalking his prey
or Ieaping on it."
'''Tis cruel part" said Trove. "He
is the murderer of the play. | cannot
understand why there are so many
villains in it's cast. Both the cat and
the serpent battle me-
Marry. boy. the world is a great
school, an this little drama o. the good
God is part of it," said Darrell An
the play hath a great moral-thou shalt
learn to use thy brain or die. Now,
there may be many perils in this land
O. the woods, so many that all its peo-
pie must learn to think or perish by
them A pretty bit o. wisdom it is.
sor. 1t keeps the great van moving
ever moving-in the long way to per-
lection. Now. among animals a grow
ing brain works the legs of it's owner,
sending them far on diverse errands
until they are strong. Mind thee. boy,
perfection o. brain an body is the aim
O. nature The cats paw an the ser
pent's coil are but the penalties o.
weakness an folly. The world is for
the strong. Therefore God keep thee
so or there be serpents will enter thy
blood an devour thee-millions O.
them"
They sat little time in silence, look
ing at the shores of the pond.
Have you ever felt the love pas
sion?" said Darrell.
"WeIl, there's q girl of the name of
Polly" Trove answered.
"Ah, Polly! She o. the red lips an
the dark eye,' said Darrell, smiling.
"She's one of thousand He clapped
his hand upon his knee merrily and
sang a sentimental couplet from an
old Irish ballad.
"Have We won her affection, boy"
he added, his hand on the boys arm.
II think I have"
- "God love theel I'm glad to hear it,
said the old man. 'She is a living
wonder, boy, living wonder, an had
1 thy youth I'd give thee worry"
''Since her mother cannot afford to
do it I wish to send her away 70
school," said Trove
tut, tut, boy. Thou hast barely
enough for thy own schooling"
I've $50 in my pocket" said Trove
proudly. Il do not need it. The job
in the mill-that will feed me and pay
my room rent and my clothes will do
me for another year."
ION my word. boy, like it in thee"
said Darrell. "but surely she would not
take thy money
II could not offer it to her, but you
might go there, and perhaps she would
take it from you"
"Capitalr' the tinker exclaimed. ''I'll
see if l can serve thee. Marry, good
youth. I'll even give away thy money
an take credit for thy benevolenee.
Teacher. philanthropist, lover-I be-
luOu Icduy " WiIte
1.-THE plan of my first novel is COM
plete." said Trove. THAT poor thief
he shall be my chief characteristic
man of whom you told me-"
Poor man! God make thee kind to
,im," said the tinker. can thou'rt |
willing. I'll hear o. him tonight. When |
he freight fiickers-that is the time. |
BOY. for tales
They built rude lean-to, covered !
With bark and bedded with fragrant
coughs Both lay in the freight. Oar
'el smoking his pipe. as the night fell.
"Now for thy tale said the tinker.
The tale was Trove's own solution Of
lis life mystery. shrewdly come to aft
r long and careful survey of the
,nown facts. And now, shortly. time
vas to put the seal of truth upon it
md daze him with establishment and
Ill him with regret of his cunning. 1t
hould be known that he had never
old Darrell or any one of his coming
u the little red sleigh.
He lay thinking for a time after the
mixer spoke: then he began:
well. the time is 1885. the place a
Jew England city on the sea. Chapter
A young woman is walking along, &
treet with a child sleeping in her
rms. She is dark skinned-a Syrian.
{ is growing dusk. The street is de-
erted save by her and two sailors.
Who are approaching her. They. too,
re Syrians. One seems to strike her
is mere pretense, however-and she
ais. The other seizes the child. who.
aving been drugged. is still asleep. \
wagon is waiting near. They drive
way hurriedly. their captive under q
lanket. The kidnapers make for the
voods in New Hampshire. Officers of
he law drive them far They abandon
heir horse. tramping westward over
rails in the wilderness. bearing the
oy in 4 sack of sailcloth. open at the
op. They had guns and killed their
God as they travelled. Snow came
eep. By and by game was scarce
nd they had grown weary of bearing
he boy on their backs. One waited in
be woods with the little lad while the
Their went away to some town or city
or provisions. He came back, hauling
hem in little sleigh. 1t was much