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

to her, broken. To make sure that
she should not escape she was
forced to go 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
ficrcest throbbings. Uncle Jim JEFF.
frs lived thirty miles or so sup Sd
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
dissertations, muttcred threats Of
vengeance, cOncocted plans ofescape
and then went on with her crying,
all that evening. They brought her
no supper. and 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 Mayfield with
IL plurkincss of affection which dis
poses IA mau 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 up so fatc- before. Finally
there came an hour when doors
ceased slamming,.a and no more clun-
sy feet clustered along the crcaking
passages. and no more laughter or
whistling of bclatcd idleIs rcsound
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 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, and new
cr uttered cry nor slackened hei
! speed. She threaded the pine grove,
ran swiftly by a dooryard or two i'll
fear of dogs, crcpt under cover of a
fence up short alley, and was be
meath the catalpas which cmbow
cred the parsonage.
The little wooden shalt house
was as pitilessly quiet rs tomb
Had Frederic Mayfield actually
, been asleep and never known of tho
shivering girl who was numbering
her passionate grief under his win
dow because she should see him nc
more. it would have been u fcrocit,
OF destiny which even It'll Ats
tere. minded mau might he tempted
to grumble at. Things happened
better than that, and worse. Lucy
detected a glimmcr behind the .boy''
curtain: She tossed pebble or NV,
against Il window.pane; in another
njmute he was beside her. She
/ clung TO him, told her wotul story
made him touch the welts on heI
arms, and cried over the approach
ing separation, hoping that h'
, would somehow prevent it.
: Low-down girls, take warning
. If unwisdom is not its own reward
it has none. The suitor who can
. not worship cannot love. Although
a Mayiield was sorry for Luce, al
y though itt.=mas= itftiig etttat- tit
!. savage punishment which she ha'
K received, although he knew hnsci
to be mainly responsible for he
}. griefs, he still wished that he~ha,
I never seen her, and he longed I
{ get rid of her. OfcOurse he petite,
:. her: OF course he tried to quiet he
tircsomc crying; but, Of course toe
+ he urged her,to return home. The
!. were whispering parting whe
S they heard II whistle, followed by
;. stealthy, menacing rush of nj
! preaching footsteps.
a discovery which transforms TN
N story from doletul comedy into
q downright tragedy, had been mad
70 by John Raddle. After whippin
Luce, his blood up and his hand il
Il he sought new victim. This vi
:. tim was Luce's confdante, and tn
confdante was a negro girl of Fl
70 teen, John Raddle's purchased pr
=. perty. Holding her in some wa
10 responsible for his daughters no
ar denisms, he piled her so fierce
h. with the cowhide that under Il
n. torture the chattel made wof
ii revelation.
st The born low .downer, the illcg
in trader with negroes, the coarse j
y. norant drunkard and ruflian, h.
ne crept so far up toward respectabi
lg ty that when he heard the tale
/, a. Lis child,s rnisconducf lie felt ininrJ