The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-04-06

manned away until he had acquired an evaporated
breath what evidence would he, Wilkinson, have OF
fell intent? And admitting the circumstantia evil
dence of a suspicious breath, what redress had he?
None absolutely
On the third morning his anxiety concerning the
little brown jug had become great resist The
thought that he would find it, secreted amidst
the weeds like brown thrasher's nest filled him
with elaton. He was rebuked sharply by his wife
for bringing in the mornings milking to the OF
objectiona dtty whose refrain little brown
jug, how love thee"
She watched him down the road with suspicion
and called sharply after him.
I'VE come right back, Mr.. Wilkinson"
Thus does suspicion aroused in human
heart feed on itself.
las well be guilty as be suspected" thought her
husband with dull anger. But he did right
back. The morning sun higher and higher the
cattle We're feeding far away from the bars. Now
and then a team ratified along the road, but there
was no sign of Wilkinson After two hours had
passed Mrs. Wilkinson put on her sunbonnet and
started the trail.
There's only one thing I'm certain Of" she said
to herself as she started out and that is that lie
amt eatn' grass with the cows"
g HE stopped by the pasture bars let down one
- and crawled through. 1t seemed to be instinct
that made her walk in the direction that particular
fence corner, where Wilkinson with his back
against the angle formed by the rails. His knees
drawn up his elbows rested on Them and his
head rested in turn on his crossed arms. A gallon
jug sat squat and low and brown in the grass be-
tween his feet. Mrs. Wilkinson seized it up
as a degenerate. wicked looking jug to be suspects
ed of evil contents. She lifted it softly, drew
Mrs. Wilknsons worst suspicious
firmed but being woman of thrifty mind she
wished to know how much there remaining in
it before she aroused Wilkinson and turned it
before him-an oblation offered to the pasture,
poured before the shrine OF the virgin day. Several
seemingly nebriated running wildly
around the body OF the jug in what seemed to Mrs.
Wilkinson to be state OF maudin excitement.
These she fitted carefully OF with her apron before
resting the jug her hip and fitting it cautiously
up over the hollow of her curved palm The next
moment the little brown jug turned ignomin.
of liquid accompaniment to Mrs. Wilkinsons
MIR. Wilkinson! You've been drnkin ants!'
Wilkinson humane and tender-hearted man.
and he raised his head and blinked vacantly
at his wife.
81 know did, Mandy" said he apologetically,
"but it didn't hurt EN- They all dead be-
fore"
His wife looked at him with anger and disgust
dividing her countenance. Then she deliberately
broke the jug on the end of projecting rail, and
seized her relapsed spouse by the arm.
Jonathan Wilkinson" said she sterny, you git
right and come home to your water And
you catch me stoppin' next time when you say stop
you jest catch me doin of it! I'm going ter break
you of this I'm goin to break yer neck, one. And
if yer swallerer gifts OF order. and you can't
swaler cure, I'm jest goin' to tilt we end in
the rain barrel, head down, and guess thatll
ye."
Wilkinson walked beside her whimpering quietly
visions of the dipper hung before his wavering
eyes.