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Updated: June 7, 2025
The wind lulled and Seth knelt by his bedside, his ear against Charlie's heart, listening for his breathing, Cyclona standing fearfully by, her face white as the coverings. After a long time Seth raised beseeching eyes to her in an unspoken question: "Does he breathe?"
"We must," answered Cyclona; and people came in wonder to look at the beautiful house whose gold door knobs passed into one of the many traditions of the excess of insanity displayed by the very rich of that marvellous boom in their expenditure of money. Cyclona caused the cellar to be lighted, according to Seth's directions, until there was no dark spot in it.
"Seth," said Cyclona, to whom no dream was too fanciful, "are you goin' to build this house just like that one?" "If I could, I would," Seth made reply, and then went on dreaming his dream aloud. "And he made the pillahs and the two rows around about upon the network, to covah the chapiters that were upon the top, with pomegranates; and so did he fo' the othah chapiter.
But how?" At this Seth was wont to rise, to walk the circumscribed length of his miserable dwelling and to worry his soul. "How shall we still the winds?" he would moan. "How shall we still the winds that the soun' of them shall not disturb her?" After a long time of thinking: "Cyclona," he concluded, "in some countries they move forests. Don't they? Have I read that or dreamed it?
Her hair, one of her beauties, blew about her ears in tangled curls that were unconfined by hat or bonnet. She smiled at him, showing rows of rice-like teeth, of an exaggerated white in contrast with the sunburn of her face. "Hello," she said. "Hello," said Seth in return. Then, in the outspoken manner of the prairie folk he asked: "Who ah you?" "I am Cyclona," she answered. "Cyclona what?"
He arose and began to walk up and down, up and down to the gate and back, to the gate and back, thinking of Cyclona and the wind. A restlessness began to possess him, a longing for the sound of the wind, for the sound of the voice of Cyclona which had mingled from the first, from first to last, with the sound of the wind. The windless stillness oppressed him.
Born in it he had no idea of the luxury of a house and the luxuries we wot not of we miss not. He was used to lizards on the roof, to say nothing of other creeping things within the house which are generally regarded as obnoxious, roaches, ants, mice. He rather liked them than otherwise, regarding them as his private possessions. Besides, hadn't he Cyclona?
"We will finish it, then, with cedah and polish it so well that laik the mirrors it will reflect her face as she walks about. Heah will be the music room. It shall have a piano made of the same rich wood. It will look as if it were built in the house. Theah shall be guitahs and mandolins. She plays the guitah a little, Cyclona, the Princess.
Cyclona fashioned the threshold of marble, she built the stairway spacious, she had the low divan carved in cedar and placed it before a wide and sunny window in the music room. She placed there mandolins and guitars. She ordered a piano made of cedar for the music room.
"Maybe you are my sister!" he cried. "Maybe I am," smiled Cyclona. "At that theah Towanda cyclone," recommenced Seth, "that little Kansas town the cyclone got mad at and made way with, theah must have been a hundred knives or mo' flyin' around loose. They cut hogs half in two. You would have thought a butchah had done it. And the chickens were carved ready to be put on the table.
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