The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1909-06-10

e the surroundings. After a false stei
which landed her cruelty in a snarl o.
thorns, h found h door and
knocked. The blows echoed with hol
Instantly, as II her knock had caused
II, the a OF light winked cut. There
was no sound. She stood q moment
listening, and then she knocked again
Utter silence. Suddenly there came o
sharp whisper out Of the dark, in her
Who's there?" She Jumped con.
vulsively.
who is it?" the voice insisted
sharply.
Its me-" she faltered.
What manner"
Rose Hartswick."
"Alone2"
Yes. I want to see Grammar" This
door swung open as of it's own accord.
Come In" 1t was utterly dark.
This way"
She followed blindly the sound OF
shutting feet through what was evil
IDENTIFY a narrow passage. A sharp turn
and they came into a large apartment
lighted by a bed of Goals in q fire.
place. The half light disclosed her
guide, a bowed, hoary old man who
walked feebly. He shambled to a cor
ner, and, after a shaky struggle, drew
out q handful of something which he
threw onto the Goals. 1t smouldered q
moment, then burst into flame, reveal
ing the weasel face and snowy beard Of
Poppy Miller. The apartment was q
Kitchen, long and low, with a fireplace,
an enormous affair Of stone, taking up
nearly all Of one side.
Rose gave a single curious glance
around, then conferred her attention
upon a figure crouched by the hearth.
1t was a woman, thin and bowed. in
credibly old as the freight revealed
1t, and smoking a corncob pipe. Il did
not move or speak.
This here's Rose Hartswick ONE
to see yeh wunst." The old man shut
fed I'VE to her, and spoke in an un-
~expectedly high pitched voice.
"Humphl"
81 want you to help me, GRAMMAR
Rose went close to her and bent over
eagerly. TIN In such trouble and
don't know what to do" She stopped;
there was no response or movement.
Cant you help me, GRAMMAR" she
went on again, q growing nervousness
In her tone.
"Humph!" Again silence, so com
plete that Rose could hear the whine
of the Run outside. She fixed her eyes
on the still figure and waited breath
lessly. After a time she caught a low
rumble:
She let's him come; she laughs and
plays; she looks into his eyes; and
when he would give his soul for her
she would nave him go-and he can't!
Too latel> Too latel Too lakeland
she comes to mel! Ha--ha-ha! She
ome to mel" She broke into a mirth-
less chuckle, then subsidized again into
silence.
"But, Grammar" Rose cried eagerly
81 couldn't help 1t; / didn't want him
to come.' Again silence, and again the
humble of the voice.
"Ha, ha, hal She comes here to me
She didn't want him to come. But she
knew-she could see. And she danced
and played, and looked into his eyes
and he's thinking of her now-tonight
he'd give her his soul, and she's tc
blame! n it's too late"
But, Grammar, you can't hell
me"
"Too late. And she would come tc
me and have me wave 1t all away. Ha
ha, hal / make a man stop loving 9
womanl Ha, ha, ha! There's nothing
In earth OF hell to make a man stoI
loving a woman-nothing-nothing a
all. oh, h al make him love her
it's easy's death, but when its be,
gun-she would stop It'll Ha, ha, hal
There was that in her mirthless cackl,
that was inexpressibly horrible. Sh,
continued to mutter incoherently, theI
subsidized into silence.
"And there's no help? You NEAR
there's no help?" Rose, In her earnest
| ness, put her hand on the woman
shoulder, but she withdrew II instantly
"She would send him away. There
anotheri I see him-ah, there he is
The eyes-I've seen those eyes; the,
have revenge in them-eyes with re
venge in them: and they have looket
into hers, and she cannot sleep"
ooh, Gran'mawl Oh, I'm afraid"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Ha, ha, hal III
send him away-he'H die for her, bu
I'll send him away-Pu send him ava.
-Ah, those eyes! There they arel See
see those eyes!" She held out he
hand shakily. ,
where? Where?"
There's but one way! It's HIS If
--In touch his life. See therel or
God! what's that? All, he lies on tn
fioor-and his eyes are wide open, to
bad, oh, too bad-too bad" She re
peated the words over and over in
sort OF wall.
ooh, oh, GRAMMAR" she gaspe6
scrambling to her feet and taking
swift step back, IT want to got"
but he shall-he shall Colts cas-
he shall &c away. It's easy-a
DEATH"
but, GRAMMAR" she broke out ex
citedly, you don't understand. It
not Karl; I don't want you to touc
Karl. It's father ], leone about war
you to make father-feel different.
Just want you to change him." The oil
figure was rocking back and forth, no'
slowly. 1t vas rs IL she were alon
and had not heard Rose.
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