The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-09-27
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GENTLEMAN GEORGE.

| When George Faulkner called st Col.
Dyssrt's office and told him he wanted
70 marry his Kitty, the ruined old Colo.
nel turned in his wrath and bade him
leave bis presence.
"We amt got down to that" said he,
aand you have q mighty lot Of assurance
to ask for her"
Yet Kitty was only little waif Col
Dysart had raised as kind Of waiting
maid for his two daughters; she had
been given no advantage IN the way OF
| EDUCATION, but everybody bad made
Ipet aud plaything Of Kitty, and she Was
las pretty as wild rose-just the faint
lest color in her cheeks gave slight sus
tptcion OF quadroon blood, but her beau
Iiiful brown hair WAS no curlier than
Fanny Dysarts. Her form was lovely !;
| her hands and arms studies for sculp-
tor, and Gentleman George, rs Faulkner
was called, had tried BY every unfair
means in bis power to WOO and win her,
tried and failed, and loving her all the
more for her sweet strength of innocence
Ihe certified himself with some Virginia
ltangiefoot and walked up to the cam
|8pas mouth--in other words he blufed
ffihe TofoneI. ana HemAddedsK Kitty hAnaa
!in marriage.
IA losfer and boss thief" continued
the irate Colonel, when Gentleman
George springs at his throat like boil
dog.
.Take that back r. he shouted ..I'm
no boss thief no mon you are. Take
an athletic shake with every
word.
"Well, WE'LL" gasped the choking Col
onel, .smebbe you amt; but you'll allow
you're . mooushiner and gambler"
"Oh,' smiled Gentleman George show.
ing his handsome teeth-there was more
than suspicion Ct color in his blood
"you gamble yourself, Colonel; that's
gentlemau's game; what's you a-goin' to
do about lt2 And the law is too close
on little whisky and revenoo omcers
mighty hard lot. Kf that's oil you've
got agin me, mought as we'll let me have
the gal"
"I'll see you - irst," said the COL
onel smartly, and the negotiations ended
then and there.
Col. Dyssrt was Of the old Virginia
stock, q blue-blood gentleman, poor as
a church. mouse and proud "a Lucifer,
living regally With open doors while be
had anything, and maintaining great
family Of dependents in as good style as
he lived himself, white or black. Touch
one Of Col. Dysart's servants and you
touched him He was faithful stew.
ard while the estate lasted. That was
Why he hated to give up Kitty. She
was. almost like his own, though he had
picked her up 10 the highway asqualling
3-year old and ridden into the door-yard
with the Kicking child under bis arm.
He transferred her to the cook; thence
she went to the housekeeper; by degrees
she reached Mrs. Dysart, who made her
an especial pet as long as she lived and,
dying. bequeathed her to Fanny, her
eldest daughter:
The Dyssrt girls we're good to her,
but indifferent; Kitty missed some one
to love very much, as she did good Mrs.
Dyssrt, and her heart went out to the
handsome fellow Who smiled at her at
barbecues, and met her At preachers
meeting, and tried to entice her of to
clandestile trysts.
That souYcon of African creole blood
which flushed his cheek found its mate
-in hers; she had seen him laughing and
talking with her young ladies-his family
was as old and good as theirs 1t il had
crossed the color line somewhere, while
she was waif-a nobody How good
it was OF him to love her!
But, all the same, Kitty was wide
awake. and knew that if she had neither
blood nor birth to boast Of she had rep.
utatiou, and Gentleman George was
known to be wild, so she held ber own
and compelled him to ask for her duly
in marriage. You have heard what the
Colonel said, bu. when did love ever fail
in its undertakings ? and who came TO
the rescue but romantic Louise Dysart,
the youngest daughter of the Colonel,
whom Kitty had con6ded in, and she
planned the whole thing-an elopement,
carriage and pair, marriage before Aus
tice and herself IS witness. Then she
went home and laughed to hear her "a
ther storm!
All this happened the year before We
vent to the Planters House, on the
Horseshoe Mountain. where we had
made up party for the season; and We
heard from Col. Dysart that Kitty had
made 49, fool of herself. and he had
sent Louise to q seminary North 70 get
some sense In her head, and he'd be -
| II he'd ever help that sly Kitty, not II
she starved! And then We learned that
he had inquired oil along about them.