Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1916-04-22

took the Old darby, Bonifacio by name,
off with him TO the depression They
began the long task of digging out the
silt Of years. Day after day, week
after week. they chung to the mono
tonous work. The darby worked like
an automaton. Work in itself to him
was nothing beyond the path to food
and rest at night. Labor made no de-
mandS on courage-it had no end, no
goal. BNt Gerry's labor was dignified
by conscious effort. His eyes were not
in the ditch but OK the vision he had
seen of what Fazenda Flores might
be. He had fixed his Grant soul on a
goal. The essence OF slavery is older
than any bonds wrought by man. The
white man and the black in the ditch
were its parable The dignity and the
shame of labor were side by side. para.
doXicaliv yoked to the same task
Margarita and her aunt looked on
and smiled and joy began to settle on
the girl. During Gerrys first restless
week she had steeled herself each
night to the thought that she would
wake to find him gone But now he
was taking root. II amused him to
dig Well. let him dig There was no
end to digging.
Gerry occasionally varied the work
of digging with making some knick-
knack for the house The twisted
limbs of trees became benches TO sup
plant the rickety chairs. clumsily
tai 4 I.t
we glt. In the same way he made the
massive frame of bed and BOnifacio
remembered an art and filed in the
frame with plated thongs. Work in
spires emulation. The women got out
their store of cloth. They made clothes
for Gerry and fitted out the new bed.
Pillows and mattress were stuffed with
dry bur marigOlds that family scented
the whole room. With each achieve
ment the somber house seemed to take
step toward gayety, Ruin and dinp-
idatiOn put forth green shoots. The
gayety was reflected in the household
They were united in achievement
Quiet smiles We're their reward to
each other and sometimes burst OF
wonder as when Gerry found some old
bottles and with the aid of bit Of
string cut them into serviCe0bie mugs
Margarita was happy Her cup was
full All the dreams of her girlhood
were fulfilled in Gerry. A silent and
strange lover, but a man-such man
as she had dreamed of but never seen.
To herself she sang the old songs he
should have sung to her and theR
laughed as he nodded mild approval
one evening he sat on Il bench on
the veranda. fitting a handle into a
dipper made of cocoanut-shell. Mar
garita sat on the steps at his feet
She leaned back further and further
until she sank against his knees He
| stopped over her. She threw up her
arms around his neck, locked her
hands and drew him down He kissed
her lips and sighed.
"Ah. do not sigh" she walled.
Laugh! Laugh but once"
Gerry did not grudge the months OF
toll in the ditch. AS be worked he
thought and planned This ditch was
the very real foundation for the attain
ment of his vision Deep and strong
! and carefully graded it must be be-
fore he cleared the sand barrier to the
rivers surge. The ditch was slow OF
growth but there was something about
it which held his faith. 1t was rugged
| and elemental 1t was the ugly source
| of coming resurrection.
When it was all but done he took
Margarita aud showed her his handi-
work. He pointed ont the little smice-
ways, each with its primitive gate.
heavy log hinged on a thole-pin with
prop to hold 1t up and stone to
weight It when down. On the FaZnda
/ side were innumerable little trenches
that stretched down into the valley.
But not until ne led her to the cleft
in the river gorge ana showed her that
/ half an hours work on the sand bar
rier would let the river into the great
ditch did she understand And then
she caught his arm and burst into VIC
I lent protest and pleading. NO, no."
she cried, you shall not do IT, You
shall not let in the river. The river Is
terrible. You must not play with H.
1t does not understand You think 1t
VIII do as you wish but it viii not oh,
If you must, please, please play with
1t below the rapids There it is kinder
1t let's one battle. 1t let's one wash
clothes
Gerry got over bis establishment and
laughed Then he soothed her Al
ready the simpler phrases Of her
tongue came easily from his lips He
told her that she was foolish ana
little coward. She must watch and
see how tame the river would be.
The next morning Gerry was up
early. He was excited From this day
the ditch. the parched slope, The val
ley would know thirst no more. With
the long dry season even the green
bottoms had begun to wilt. He called
Bonifacio and they started off to hcir
work
Under direction Bonifacio was dig
ging a great hole just at the back Of
the sand-bank Gerry measured its
capacity and finally called the old
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