Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-02-22

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"Ye knoau u po,oer o. Scrtpter."
Shakespeare, boy-a little of him three
times a day for the minds sake. I've
Travelled far in lonely places and need.
ed no other company"
Ever in India?" Trove inquired.
He had been reading of that far land.
Il was, sor,' the stranger contin-
ued, rubbing wheel II was five
years in India, sor, an part O. the time
fighting as hard as ever a man could
fight"
"Fighting!' said Trove, much inter
ested.
II was, sor,' he asserted, oiling a
pinion of the old clock.
ION which side?"
"Inside am outside"
with natives?"
II did, sor; three kinds O. them-fe-
yer, fleas an the diyvle."
Give us some more Shakespeare, -
said the boy, smiling.
The tinker rubbed his spectacles
thoughtfnlly, and as he resumed his
work sounding flood of tragic utter
ance came out Of him-the great solil-
oquies of Hamlet and Macbeth and
Richard III. and Lear and Antony, all
said with spirit and appreciation. The
job finished, they babe him put up for
dinner
"a fine coltv said Allen as they
were on their way to the stable.
ut is, sor," said the tinker, "a most
excellent breed O horses"
"Where from?'
1.-THE grandsire from the desert O.
Arabia, where Allah created the horse
out O. the south wind. See the slender
TANKS O. the Barbary? See her eye?"
He seemed to talk in that odd strain
for the mere joy of it, and there was
In his voice the God given vanity of
bird or poet.
He had caught the FLY by her little
plume and stood patting her forehead.
For moment he led her up and down
at quick trot, her dainty feet touch
Ing the earth lightly as fawn's.
"Thou'rt made for the hot leagues O.
the great sand sea-" said he, patting
her head. "Ah, thy neck shall be as
the bowsprit; thy dust as the flying
spray"
"In one thing you are like Isaiah"
said Allen as he whitfield. "The Lord
God hath given thee the tongue Of the
learned
can if he grant me the power to
speak a word in season to him that is
weary shall be content" said the
tinker.
Dinner over, they came out Of doors.
The stranger stood filing his pipe.
Something in his talk and manner had
gone deep into the soul Of the boy, who
now whispered moment with his ia
Their.
would you sell the filly?" said Allen.
''My boy would like to own her"
what, no, the boy The beautiful
boy! An would We love her, boy?" the
tinker asked.
"Yes, SIR" the boy answered quickly.
AN put ribbon in her forelock an
coat O. silk on her back, am, mind We,
man O. Kindness in the saddle?"
eyes, SIR"
"Then take thy horse, an Allah grant
thou be successful on her as many
times as there be hairs In her skin"
"And the price?" said Allen.
Shame 1t, an I'll call thee just"
The business over, the tinker called
to Trove, who had led the FLY to her
stall.
''You, there, strike the tents. Bring
me the mare. This very day she may
bear me to forgiveness"
Trove brought the mare.
"Remember," said the old man, turn
ing as he rode away, lin the day O. the
last Judgment God III mind the look O.
thy horse"
He rode on few steps and halted,
turning in the saddle.
"Thou, too, Phyllis. he called. "God
III mind the look O thy master. See
that We bring him safe"
The little tilly began to rear and call
the mother to answer For days she
called and trembled, with wet eyes, lis
tening for the voice that still answered
though out Of hearing, far over the
hills. And Trove, too, was lonely, and
there was a kind of longing in his
heart for the music in that voice Of the
stranger.