The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-05-13
CHAPTER I T CoNTINUED.l

Jack is the next one, and Is my
chum, though he's only twelve; yet
he's up with me in nearly ali my
studies He is my own property; he
knows me as nobody else does, and SO
can rule me when nobody else can;
he is our sunbeam, our merry light
hearted boy he is like our Robin, and
many time mothers tears fall on his
face when she kisses him; she never
told me that he reminded her of our
hero, but | can see her eve often
glance from him to the picture on the
wall, which has flowers, or evergreens
always around it.
Spencer, who is six is the baby, and
except in mothers opinion, not re-
markable for anything but IL whining
cry which | detest.
We six children, with father, moth
er, Peggy and Hetty and their hus
bands (they are our colored friends,
once belonged to u.s. live ut Liberty
Hall now, which father thought was a
good move, for after the negroes were
free, he found it hard on q big planta-
ton, so far from town, so he somehow
exchanged the old place tor this, which
suits me better, because | can see more
so that's why we now live at my Lib
erty Hall. Archie says ''bosh" Zone
of his elegant sayings about nay Civ
ing it a name, SAYS 'home OF the house
is name enough" but I can't see why,
it shouldn't have one as well as the
Martyne's (used to be Martin but they
went to Paris during the war and
came back Frenchified) home, now
called La Grange believe, after some
grand mans place in Europe, I'm
afraid to ask whose, for fear of show
ing my ignorance, and pleasing Archie
so much at doing it, but Jack thinks
it was La Fayette's Jack is never
quite positive and 50 never shows off
: as well as Archie, though he has more
! brains, Archie has the knack Of show
ing off all he knows, and keeping
nothing back for people to search for.
The Livingstones, who live at the
I other end Of town, also haye name
y or their home, which | don't thiak is
4 pretty one though it is Oakland,
: so whether Mr.. Archibald Mortford
Neville is willing or not, in my speak
i ng and thinking of our place, It shall
fbe most emphatically Liberty Hall!
| CHAPTER II.
| Talk about martyrs, / think the
Agreatest of 'em all are younger sisters,
t5hey are living ones, while the others
;hre dead and gone, and mother says
f'lving troubles are the worst.
Here am I, taking messages, bun
CGIac nn+o- onI J1n1t 1-,,.,r ,,-h,+ Ill
q yer creation for that wax-dolI Belle,
al md because | do make it convenient,
when its winter, to deliver the answers
to her, perched up so comfortably on
the sofa, in the parlor, before nice
fire, gazing so agonizingly into Tom,
Dick, or Harry's face, while she, be-
cause | can't bear such afectation,
and won't appear as if thought she
was natural, and won't notice her
faces at me, behind their backs, has
actually asked father to forbid my 60
ing into the parlor when she has com
pany.
I'm to stay in the kitchen l suppose,
making things, while she gets the
credit of doing it.
Oh, she's wonderful actress, she
mt come out and tell an out-and-
out story, but then she can leave the
wrong impression so nicely.
She don't know bit more than |
do, though | am five years younger,
but she's like Archie, got knack for
making herself big and you little and
pretending to lots of information she
don't know But sometimes don't |
set her quaking, when she's been
looking at me in that way as if she
was so sorry was an idiot, and which
somehow makes me feel, as if | might
be one, when 1 can edge in with her
and her beaux sometimes, and pay her
back, when they are talking all their
high-fallutin stuff, by asking her if
she knows what she's talking about;
half the time she puts on more of her
pretending airs, and don't hear, but
bless your life, l don't talk for moth
ing, when [ speak l make myself
heard, if | have to scream.
| don't much wonder she don't
want me around her, but you see
when she acts to suit me | don't bother
her; why when Joel's here, leave
bnem TO themselves, ana never tell on
her
You see I'm jealous of them others,
because she ought to like him best;
they call me case, and 1 reckon |
am, at any rate I'm myself Priscilla
Neville, and when things, and people
don't suit me, [ want to make 'em.
Mother says, "I'll have my hands