The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-03-09

grateful boy exclaimed Belle
bursting into tears, mot to feel
that dear, good old nanny is in
nocent; and I would not read
your diploma if you were to 60:
it,
Your whole career so far proves
that you have more sentiment
than brains, but in time you will
naturally grow older and, we may
reasonably hope, more rational
so | trust by the time I get my
diploma you will be ready to read
it,
Nanny said Belle piteously,
why do you say you are a thief?'
why should she say it, Belle,
unless she is p inquired Bertha.
What is your interest in the
matter, Bertha p asked Belle,
turning suddenly upon her cousin.
You say | brushed it from your
hand; naturally, l wish to know
where it's travels ended
i done tole you,' said nanny
brusquely.
AND you'll have to 90 to jail
for it, said Arthur hotly.
What good dat gwine do, Mas
Arthur?' asked the old woman
placidly; I cant git it back no
MORN you kin. What's yuse O
putin me in jail?'
Don't be afraid, old woman,
said Mr.. Lee, turning to leave the
room. Let the ring 60, and 60
you likewise. l hope never to
hear Of 1t again.
WHAT dis note, sir?' 'Twere
hant' to me jes' now said Aunt
Milly.
Mr.. Lee took the paper and
read aloud:
The followln' persons are called
to appear befo' the Vigilant Cum
nifty of the Baptist Church Of
Easton, to answer certain charges
and be expelled or otheways voted
on.
BY order Chairman
BRO. SMITH.
TO MILLY BRENT, LUCY HAN
COCK, ANNA JONES, etc., etc.
oh, yes,' said Aunt Milly; L
heern had to pear ter-morrow
night She turned to Mr.. Lee
and made him a low courtesy
Mr.. Lee, you was born q gen.
mum, an you amt shed your
genmunship, an I b'lie7e you
gwine war dat same skin long ez
you lives. De ring were gone,
but l don't bar you no i'll will on
dat count. I 'ceps what you has
said de same as eff you had GIN
me de ring, an thanky, sir. You
couldn' made it outer me, no
how, 'cos l dunno whar tbs; but
Miss Burfur an Mars Arthur
seems to think it would be a salts.
fackshun ter put me in Jail which
you don't think so, an agin I say
thanky, sir
The day passed heavily. Belle
felt oppressively the cloud which
rested on her, and all her friends
her gay young guests, even the
servants who waited at table
shared her depression.
It was after dinner, and the
company had adjourned to the
parlor. Some one was singing
that weird ditty, The Three
| Fishers Arthur was walking
moodily up and down the room
Mr.. Lee was standing, his elbow
on the mantel-piece, bis heac
| resting on his hand, talking tt
Bertha, who was seated on q foot
stool at bis feet, a plate of hickory
nuts on her lap.
oh, those dreadful fishers? she
presently exclaimed in an under
tone, placing the plate on the rug
Let's away from the harbor bar
Come to the library and let's play
chess
AS she spoke she brushed light
ly that portion OF her dress whicE
Aunt MiIly had described al
looking like tucks turnt upside
downwards cross de lap and al
she brushed it there leaped from
it's folds brilliant circlet, whici
both she and Mr.. Lee recognized
as the missing ring. 1t boun oe(
and rolled halt way across tb'
room, and Arthur very nearly
crushed it as be turned in hl
moody promenade. Mr.. Lee res
cued it and disappeared with l
;,+o t6o lihrarv where Belle al