Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-06-02
OUR MILLT.
Way down upon de Suwanee ribber,
Far, far away;
Oars whar my heart ara turnin' eber,
Oars whar de ole folks stay.

Oars whar my heart ana turnin' eber,
Oars whar de ole folks stay.
Clear as a bird song the voice foated
IN through the open, vine-shaded win
dow, where sat Edith Morgan and her
aunt, Mrs. Hayward, who had just come
from Massachusetts, to visit at this COM
Portable Western home.
"Why, Edith !" exclaimed the elder
of the two ladies, "have you little ne
gro here? Thought old Hannah was
was all you took West"
Edith flushed slightly, but smiled,
saying: "No, auntie; your critical earz
deceived you this time. That was Our
Milly."
"Indeed A voice like that in white
child is worthy Of cultivation. Does
she sing any other songs with equal pa
thos?"
81 must confess, auntie," replied
Edith, "that her music is mostly con-
fined TO negro melodies, which she has
learned from Hannah, but she sings
them all with great fer7or. Really,
auntie, I hardly know what to do with
AIilly. I have hoped your coming might
help re out Of the quandary. Since
mammals death she has been under no
control at all. Papa thinks whatever
she does is just right, and so, of course,
permits her to follow her own inclina-
tions."
Here the conversation was interrupted
by the entrance OF NiIly herself. She
did not look at all ike a "Tom boy, j"
for she was a sweet-faced, demure little
maiden.
chilly, said her sister, "Aunt Hay
ward thought you were a little darby
when she heard you sing" An irresisti-
bic smile broke over the pretty face, and
the red lips parted, revealing two rows
Of pearly teeth. She held out two little
sunburned hands, saying: "Not quite
so bad as that, auntie, though 1 am
tanned most black enough, Edith says,
and my head is most woolly enough. &"
And she shook back her tangled curls.
Glow would you like to go back to
Boston with me and take lessons in sing
ing?" asked Mrs. Hayward. Milly
opened her eyes with wide astonish-
ment.
"Why, auntie, don't need to learn
to sing. Railways knew how. Thought
you heard me"
"You see how she is" said Edith.
"Wben she makes up her mind to any
thing there is no changing her. She
never storms or acts naughty, like Other
children, but she viii say, with the oil
of q sage: No, Edith, I must ought
to ? and there she will stay. Papa says
she is made Of the same metal as heroes
and martyrs, and I don't know but he is
right"
Mrs. Hayward remained in her broth.
er's home from early June until August
and every day AIilly grew more and more
into her heart, till the childIess woman
felt that she must have the little West
ern flower to brighten her city home
But Milly was firm in her refusal.
81 cannot leave papa!' - she woult
say. "He has the first claim on me.
One day in the summer she had gon,
some distance from home to pick Der
ries, when there arose one of those ter
rible storms so common in some part
of the West lightning and rain, accom-
panied by furious wind. While thu
family were in great distress over Nil
ly's absence, she came galloping hom
on a pet COW. When questioned, sh'
answered:
81 heard Brindle's bell just befor
the storm came on, and I knew the COW
were all going down to the fork to drink
and their path leads right through tn,
berry path. So I waited a minute o
two, till they came fling along, and thel
jumped right on Brindle's back. Iknev
by the clouds that we were going t,
have blow, and 1 thought she was 81
big the wind couldn't carry her off, am
Imeant to hug her tight and lie low. S,
7 wouldn't blow away. And you see
succeeded. Ny berries are all right
though" she added, gayly. 81 hil
them in an old hollow cottonwood tree