Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1877-08-29

StingS, ana her heart, as IL seemed !
to her, broken. To make sure that |
she should not escape she was
forced to 90 TO bed. her shoes were
taken away, and the door was fast.
ened on the outside. Her fathers
last words were "Git yer nose pint.
ed to start for Uncle. Jim's in the
mornin'.'
This was the elimination of ca.
lamity; this was worse than her
fiercest throbbings. Uncle Jim JEFF
tris lived thirty miles or so sup Sa
ludy," and before she could return
to Somer, lille her hero would be
gone. Lucy cried, twisted, rubbed
her tingling arms, tried to see their
discolorations, muttered threats of
vengeance, cOncocted plans ofescape
and then went on with her crying.
all that evening. They brought her
no supper, aud she was furious at
that, for she had meant to break
the plate and upset the jug of milk.
But amid all her pain and wrath she
remembered Frederic Maytield with
u pluckincss of affection which dis.
poses man to lift his hat to her
memory. Hungry, sore, and shoe.
less. she was resolved to see him
once more. Throughout the evening
she watched a chance to escape
from the house; and it seemed TO
her as if the hated world had never
sat M so late before, Finally
there came an -FOUR when doors
ceased slamming, and no more clum-
sy feet blastered along the crcaklng
passages, and no more laughter or
whistlng of belatcd idleIs resOund,
ed from the street.
After trying vainly to force her
lock, she had recourse to the win.
dow. Knotting the sheets and
blanket together, she made n lad
der long enough TO take her to the
earth. and set of for the clerical
residence. Stones, sticks, and burrs
wounded her bare feet in the dark
ness, but she only cringed, ana new
er uttered q cry nor slackcncd he
speed. She threaded the pine grove
ran swiftly by a dooryard or two ii
fear of dogs, crept under cover OF
!, fence up a short alley, and was be
meath the catalpas which embow
cred the parsonage.
The little wooden "half house
was as pitilessly quiet as a tomt
4 Had Frederic May6eld actual.
o been asleep aud never known of tn
II shivering girl who was blubberln
h her passionate grief under his vii
). dow because she should see him n
}. more. il would have been a fcrocit
i OF destiny which even an-an!
y tere. minded man might he temple
il to grumble at. Things happenc
better than that, and worse. Luc
detected a Slimmcr behind the hoy
II curtain; she tossed a pebble or Nv
II against windowpane; III auotht
minute he was beside her. 81
II clung TO him, told her woful stor,
Y made him touch the welts on h,
:. arms, and cried over the approach
ing separation, hoping that h
e would somehow prevent it.
e Low,down girls, take warming
e If nnwisdom is not its own rewar'
it has none. The suitor who cal
. not worship cannot love. Althoug
h Maydeld was sorry for Luce, a
q though he WAS indignant at Il
(. savage punishment which she Ia
k received, although he knew himsc
to be mainly responsible for III
t. griefs, he still wished that he Ia
1t never seen her, and he longed
il get rid OF her. OF course he petit,
t. her; of course be tried to quiet h
tircsome crying; but, of course TO
Dr. he urged her to return home. Thu
b, were whispering a parting win
cs they heard IL whistle, followed by
IS. stealthy, menacing rush OF a
preaching footsteps.
a discovery which transforms Il
90 story from a doleiul comedy into
10 downright tragedy, had been ma
40 by John Raddle. After whippi
Luce, his blood up and his hand
cd he sought a new victim. This V
10 tim was Luce's confdante, and Il
confidante was negro girl OF
no teen, John Raddle's purchased p
no. perty. Holding her in some W
lie responsible for his daughters HI
,er denisms, he piled her 80 fierc
,h. with the cowhide that under
an. torture the chattcl made wo
nd revelation.
nst The born low .downer, the lille
in trader with negroes, the coarse
Ily. norant drnnkard and rufiian,
inc crept so far up toward respectful
ing ty that when he heard the tale