Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-07-04
lockwood BITTERS."

"DUG WOUD BIIIEhS.
One day, about two years after "the
surrender" there stood on the sidewalk
of a large town in Virginia negro school
girl, swinging her satchel, twirling on
her heel and tossing ner head, coquetting
arrly with a mulatto boy about her own
age.
Presently there came walking feebly
and slowly down the stress an old lady
whose counteaance bore the traces of
sorrow as well as of years. The hair was
parted on the forehead and the pale face
was framed in Grape.
As Mrs. Daring approached the rest
of our dramatiSt personGe, the girl with a
loud laugh and an elaborate air of not
seeing her, swung her satchel round and
struck the old lady sharp blow on the
breast.
The dead hands Of her boys must have
been lifted in the grave at this afront to
their mother; but they were powerless,
and she powerless as they.
Didn't 60 to hut you," said the girl
carelessly to Mrs. Darring-"An' so Mr..
Simpkins, you excuse me OF being a
wuss firt an you isl
The boy was embarrassed and made no
response.
Mrs. Daring had stopped, and deep
lush was on her cheek, but she only
asked, gravely and quietly, Isn't this
Adam Darring's daughterl"
"We sco'ns to be Darrln's. Mr.. Ad-
dun Lefridge is my pa, if dats what you
mean," replied the girl saucily.
Caroline, L
"My names Carrie
II do not think your father" coffin
ued Mrs. Daring, ignoring the Interrupt
tion-"Whether he calls himself Left
wich or Darring-would allow one of his
children to insult his old mistress. 1 am
sorry-yes, for his sake as wei! as for my
OWL"
Mrs. Daring passed on, and the girl,
with toss of her head, said to.her COM
panion. "She don't peer to ha' had a
good meal O. vittles sence pa stopped a
wu'kin' fer her. Fridays my birtday;
think I'll ak her up to dinner"
They walked off together.
Old Adam had ceased to dig and was
glarng after them in a CULVER of rage.
The son had ceased to laugh, and stood
in dlsmay looking at his father. Sud-
denly the old man grasped his spade in
both hands and shook it In the face of
the boy.
'Did you heer dat nigger?"
Dave retreated without attempt at
valor
"Lemme lone, daddy; amt toch ole
MIS-"
Again advancing on him spade in hand,
the old man reiterated, ~ ax'd you il
you herd dat niger"
E"Course I heerd her: | amt def, is
II"
Dave concluded to let his father and
the air have it out together; so, emulat-
ting the Arab, he ''silently stole away y
without even waiting to s'fold his tent
.. 6. to put on his coat. In other words,
he embraced the first opportunity to 90
homo to dinner, without soliciting the
pleasure of his fathers society.
He found "Carrie" already there.
AS soon as he saw her he exclaimed.
with wriggle and grimace:
"Oh, my po' back!"
s'What matter wild yo' back?"ssked
his mother.
"Oh, my poor back!" he repeated with
a second wriggle, which almost upset the
plate on his knee, and shaking his head
solmnly, he fixed his eyes on his sister.
"Ca'line," said her mother easily, ''what
dat fool niger talkin' bouts
"Her name amt Ca'line," said Dave:
sits Carrie { oh, my POI backD, an Mr..
Addum Lefridge is her pa.
The girl gave startled glance, but he
fixed his eye on his plate, and, wagging
his head from side to side, continued like
one in reverie: 81 nuvver would ha'
agreed to bein' gal O. no kim, under no
circumstances, white nor black; but de
way | wouldn', gree to bein' certin
black gal to-day aim nothing to nobody
but me and Mr.. Addum Lefridge.
''What you talkin, bout, Dave? asked
his mother, planting herself before him
with her knuckles on her hips.
Oar come daddy now. Tell him gwine
back to Mr.. Pollard's, whar we was at
wu'k dis mornin'-me an Mr.. Addum
Letridge, Carries, pa. Oh, my POI back ~
And, with the Parthian arrow Of a
grimace at his sister, Dave disappeared
over the back fence.
''Gre't Jimminy, Ca'linel Sho'ly you
amt been fool 'nuf to a-toch Mis- Oar.
rim, so yo' pa could find it out?' said her
mother in hurried undertone as she saw
the old man coming down street with an
armful of Usage orange switches.
II amt toch her to hurt her. said the
girl, sullenly. ''My Lor! Don't you know
yo' pa better'n dat? It's time you wuz
a-knewin' him. You jes' git him on one