The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-11-16
DENlsoN YOUNG LADY A WRITER
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Nope" was the prompt reply.

"YOu bet, l have" he answered.
was there two days once. But, you
see, we got to git money somehow,
Sis an me, an Teller like me can't
git none there. Sis says I'm goin'
again some day. You know I'm only
eight. She says there's plenty O.
time fer Teller to go after he's
ten"
Does your sister go?" l asked.
Nope, she amt been there yit, an
she's twelve. Don't knows she'll ever
git to go now. Kinder given up
about it, guess"
So learned from the little fellow
the circumstances in which they
lived. He and his sister were or
phans, so he said; he never knew their
father, and could only remember their
mother as she looked before she went
away.
"She was white an awful cold"
he said: IAN she didn't seem to see
or hear nothin'. They said she was
asleep, and put her in big black
box, an some one took her away,
and amt seen her since. Sis says
she's in heaven where everything an
everybody's nice to her, an I'll see
her by'm.bye. But that was long
time ago, an Pm still waitin'; /
'spect she's most forgot us by now.
Dye think she has?" and he raised
his great dark eyes to mine.
"Oh, no." answered as cheerfully
as l could, for must confess that a
great lump had risen in my throat
"She couldn't forget you, and you'll
find her waiting for you when you
co."
His sister was taking care of baby
next door. and from Dante's point of
view was getting rich.
But" he added, tits pretty big
baby, an carryin' it round all day gifts
her pretty tired. Says sometimes she
can't stand it no longer, but still she
keeps goin' every day."
"Well, that's too bad" remarked;
cant she find something else to do?"
Nope; every place she goes they
say she's too small. She amt very
big, but she's twelve, an can do a
whole lot, too"
"And does no one help her? Do
you live alone?" l asked perplexedlv.
"Why, we live together, her an me.
Amt we 'nough?"
But" he added, "it's pretty hard
to pay for a house, just us two. It's
jes' one room, an the Teller says we've
got to git if we amt got the money
next week."
He had long since finished my shoes
and when he stopped talking he
stood there with his head down as if
ashamed of himself for telling me a.!
he had told.
T-I-dont talk so much too
strangers" he said, alphabetically
"but you seemed kind O. different
'All right, my man." l said; "I'll
See what | can do for you"
He looked at me strangely. 1t was
quite evident that he expected no
help.
"Will you call at my Office at four
on Friday afternoons"
This was only Wednesday, and l was
sure to think of some way in which to
help these poor little toilers in the
struggle for existence. Giving him
my address, resumed my walk down
State street. was in a different
frame of mind, however; nor was it
office cares that troubled me at that
moment. l must find some plan for
helping the sturdy little fellow and
his sister. But what could l do? 1t
was easy enough to help them tenn
porarily, but this was mot what
wanted However, decided to wait
till evening and think out plan.
Friday, at little before four
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and retired to the private Office, leav.
ing word that as soon as Dante called
he should be taken in there.
"He will be here shortly"
thought; ''for he is not likely to be
boy who would break an engage
ment"
l waited for fifteen minutes, then
called an Office boy to see if he had
not come. But as yet no Dante had
arrived. My patience was giving out,
for ! am not blessed with an abund-
ance of that virtue. 1t was half after
four, and still no sign of Dante.
Surely something has happened, or
he is not the lad l thought him."
l could wait for him no longer, for
] had had hard days work, SO
left the Office, thinking that perhaps
Dante had made a mistake in the day
and would come Saturday.
/ had walked but short distance
when my attention was attracted by
a car standing in the middle of the