Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-12
CHAPTER XIX.
THn oALL or rHn BREADS.

I AIN NdA<AS VIZ 4AAN O1b0<AASs
~ HERE were mingled rejoicing
and lamentation in the house
hold Of John Gale this after.
noon. Molly and Johnny were
in the throes Of an overwhelming sor-
row the noise Of which might be heard
from the barracks to the Indian vii
lage. They were sparlng Of tears, as
q rule, but when they did give way to
woe they published 1t abroad, yelling
with utter abandon, their black eyes
puckered up, their mouths distended
into squares, from which came such
a measure Of sound as to rack the ears
and burden the air heavily with sad.
ness. Foleon was going away-their
own particular, Poleonl They had
found the French Canadian at the riv.
er with their father loading his canoe,
and they had asked him whittier he
Jared. When the meaning Of his
words struck home they looked at each
other In dismay; then, bred as they
were to mask emotion, they Joined
hands and trudged silently back up the
bank with filling eyes and chins
a-quiver until they gained the rear Of
the house. Here they sat down all for
lorn and began to weep bitterly and In
an ascending crescendo.
whats the matter with you tikes,
anyhow? inquired the lieutenant. He
had always filed them with speech
less awe. He was nice man, they
had both agreed long ago, and very
splendid to the eye, but he was moth
ing like Poleon, who was one Of them,
only somewhat bigger.
Come, now! Tell me all about II, }"
the soldier insisted. "Has something
happened to the three legged puppy?"
Molly denied the occurrence Of any
such catastrophe.
'Then you've lost the little shiny rifle
that shoots with air." But Johnny
dispelled this horrible suspicion by
drawing the formidable weapon out
Of the grass behind him.
"Well, there isn't anything else bad
enough to cause all this outlay Of an.
guish. Can't help you outY'
"Poleon's goin' away" said Johnny.
"Now, that's too bad, Of course" the
young man assented. "But think what
nice things he'll bring you when he
comes back"
"He amt comm back!" walled the
little girl and, being woman, yielded
again to her weakness, unashamed.
Burreu tried to extract a more de.
tailed explanation, but this was as far
as their knowledge ran. So he sought
out the Canadian and found him with
Gala anithe store a scauty pile Of food
and ammunition on the counter be.
tween them.
"Poleon." said. he. you're not going
eway?" ..
'Yes." said 4poret '1'm takin' III
trip"
"Oh. but you cana" cried Burrell.
T-T'- He paused awkwardly, while
down the breeze came the lament of
the two little Gales. "Well, feel just
as they do" He motioned in the di-
rection Of the sound. IT wanted you
for a friend. Doret hate to lose
you"
II ain never got my satisfy yet, 60
I'm pass on-all de tam pass on.
Mebbe dis tripI fin de place."
"Tm sorry-because-well, I'm self.
ish sort Of cuss-ands- Burreil pulled
up blushingly. with a strong mans dis.
play of shame at hissown emotion. II
owe all my happinses to you, old man.
q can't thApk yotr-neither Of us can.
We shall never live long enough for
that. But yousmustn't go without know.
ing that feel more than pllSeyer have
words to say"
He was makingsit' very har1 for the
Frenchman, whose heart was aching
already with ABDUL. unending pain.
And then, as.Af he were not fried sufa.
GENTLY, the girl herselfsceme flying in.
"What's this I-hearr' shescried. "Al.
luna tells me- She saw the telltale
pile on the counter, and her face grew
white. "Then It's true7 Oh, Poleony'
He smiled and spoke cheerily. Eyes,
! been t'inkin' bout dis trip long TAM"
tits the wanderlust." murmured
Burrell to himself. He'll never; rest
what child you arel' cried Necia,
half angrily. Cant you conquer that
rowing spirit and settle down like q
man~ She 1s.1 as- Ian. CT h!s srm
appealingly. Haven't I told you there
isn't any far counkYT"
he laughed aloud, for all the world
% Il the sun were bright and the fret
for adventure were still keen In him,
then, picking up his bundle, said:
"Dere's no use argue Wit Canayen
man. Mebbe some day I come pad.
die back roun' de BEN down yonde,
an you hear me singin' dose chanson.
But now de day she's too fine, de river
she's laugh too loud, an de birds she's
sing too purity for Erencheman to stop
on shore. Ba gosh, I'm glad!" he
began to hum, and they heard him
singing all the way down to the river
bank AZ Il the spirit Of youth and
hope and gladness were not dead
within him: .1z;-
.Ehants. rossignol. chantsl,
81 = !: occur RIO IT,
MAI j. = alta pleurer,
q /. longtemps que t'aims
0amaiss - ne toublierai." -
(''sing. little bird: oh, sing away,
4 You with the voice 80 light and gayl
Yours = . heart that laughter cheers.
Mine = heart that's full Of tears.
Long have I loved: I love her yet.
Leave her can. but not forget"l
q moment later they heard him ex.
postulating with some one at the wa
ter's edge. and then q chijd's treble
rose on high.
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