The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1920-07-22
CHAPTER FIVE.

CHAPTER FIVE.
In the city of Marker, the capital
of Marker, early rising might have
been crime. Here was no sordid
place so highly fascinated by indus
try that lights began to glow in
workmen's homes before the sun
arose. Not thus in Marken! The
only ones who opened windows in
Marker at dawn were those who
usually with night caps on their
heads out to look at the weather,
then with all observations neces-
sary for representation, shut the
windows again and retired to "think
it over" for an hour or two. True,
if the day happened to be fair and
somnolent, the sun, shining in their
eyes through some quaint old lattice,
Or climbing almost boisterously like
a second-story burglar into the
depths of some high-hung balcony,
caused them to arise grumbling.
People in Marker always did the
same things-came deliberately to
the front doors and opened them,
walked out into the narrow, cobbled
streets, took another look at the
weather, yawned, thust their fingers
through their hair, grunted good
morning" to their neighbors, and
then sought the kitchen sink to wash
their faces. Then, by about nine
o'clock, there might be a haze over
Marken-a most savoury haze Of
ethereal, palpitating blue, the blue
of fair dream perfumed; but the
perfumed haze in Marker was due to
the unanimous habit of frying sau-
sages. The dogs, of which population
there was nearly as great number
as OF other people, aroused them
selves from the doorways, stretched,
exchanged neighborly canine salu-
tations by the customary methods of
Identification, and then, with noses
properly dilated, headed for those
places where according to their fixed
belief, the sausages grew and might
be obtained. Later the children,
swarms of them, appeared in the
narrow cobbled streets, accompanied
by the dogs. all of them anrned by
sausage grease on their chops and
an air Of contentment. Then, still
ieisureiy, the shop shutters began to
come down with creaks, and bangs,
and bumps, and portly shopkeepers
in their shirt sleeves stood in the
shade Of their doorways, leaning
more or less heavily on the door
jambs, and smoked, and read their
papers, prior to general assemblage
in the streets to discuss the latest
news. Periodically they all arose
early, it being the most exciting day
of each week, market day. This was
due, perhaps, to the fact that the
farmers Of the immediate country
were a quite ncomprehensible sort
Of folk, who were foolish enough to
brave miasmatic vapors from the
soil and all sorts of unpleasant things
and get up early. Not that this would
haze made much difference to tie
sceeaa folk Of Marken; but that these
same foolish farmers Invaded the
city with clattefr Of sabots, a
bleating of kids, the braying Of DON
keys, and much voluble chatter, so
that 1t was quite impossible for any
one to sleep.
The storm of the night had COM
pletely disappeared with the dawn
and a lazy spring sun busted itself
in drying the mud on this particular
market day, when some Of the more
observant arrivals noted with curl
osity that for the first time since
Karl II had become kin, with vast
and delightful ceremony, the gates
Of his palace were closed and two
grim and foreign-appearing sentries
stood guard beside the main en-
trance, each sauare!y planted In his
sentry box as il he had grown there
over night Hike a fungus. And 30 he
had, in TRUTH
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