The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-12-23
I'VE don't propose to recognize them in

1--WE don't propose to recognize them in
the matter at all, returned Stacey.
Nor allow 'em anyt imp
mot a cent? So you see, Mr.. McKinstry,"
he continued, magnanimously, yet with a
mischievouS smile to Cressy, "there is moth
ing in this amicable discussion that requires
to be settled outside"
Amt there's" said McKinstry, in a dull,
deliberate voice, raising his eyes for the
second time to Stacey.
They were bloodshot, with a heavy,
hanging furtiveness, not unlike one of his
own hunted steers.
But amt kan enuff in YER" He moved
TO the door with a reckoning of his fatetul
hand. "Outside a minit--ef you please.
Stacey started, shrugged his shoulders,
ard half deiiantly stepped beyond the
threshold. Creisy, unchanged in color or ex-
preston, lazily followed to the door.
Nv OF" said Mckinstry, slo WY facing
Stacey; "wot eff refooSe2 Wot Of l say
don't allow any man, or any bank, or any
compromise, to take up my quo'r'llss Wot
OF | say that low -dowp and mean as them
Harrisons is. they don't begin to be ez mean,
ez low down, ez undetermined, ez sneakin' ez
that yer COMPROMISED Wot eff | say that OF
| that's the kiud o. hogwas1 that law and
| sniverlzation offers me for peace and quiet
ness, pl take the fightin', and the law
| breakin'. and the sheriff, and all h-ll for
his posse instead! Wot of 1 say that"
1T will only be my duty to repeat it, y
| said Stacey, with an affected carelessness
which, however, did not conceal his sur
prise and his discontinue. "It's no affair
| of mine.n
"Unless," said Cressy, assuming her old
| position against the Intel of the door, and
smoothing the worn bear skin that served as
mat with the toe of her slipper, "unless
you've mixed it up with your other arbitra-
| ton, you know"
"Wot other arbritrationp' asked McKin-
| stry, suddenly, with !nurky eyes,
Stacey cast rapid half indignant glance
at the young, girl, who received it with her
| hands tucked behind her back, her lovely
| head bent submissively forward, and pro
| longed little laugh.
"Ob, nothing, paw" she said, "only a lit
| tie private foolishness betwxt me and the
| gentleman. You'd admire to hear him
| talk, paw-about other things than bust
ness. He's just that clipper aud gay
| Nevertheless, as with muttered "Good
morning" the young fellow turned away
she quietly brushed past her father aud fol
| lowed him-with her hands i'll penitently
behind her, and the rosy palms turned up
ward-as far as the gate. Her single long
Marguerite braid of hair trailing down her
| back nearly to the hem of her skirt ap.
peared to accent her demure reserve. AT
the gate she shaded her eyes with her hand
and glanced upward.
ut don't seem to be good day for
abitrating. A triae early in the season,
| amt itT'
Good morning, Miss McKinstry"
She held out her hand He took it with
| an affected esss but cautiously, as if it had
been the velvet paw of young panther
who had scratched him After all, what
was she but tine cub of the untamed beast,
McKinstIy. He was well out Of it, lie
vas not revenge'ul-but busi ess was bust
ness, and he had given them the first
chance.
As his figure disappeared behind the
buckeyes of the lane, Cressy cast a glancs
at the declining sun. She re-entered the
house, and wen5 directly to her room. As
she passed The window, she could see her
father already remounted gallopiag toward
the tules, as if i'll search of that riparian
kan" his late interview had disturbed. A
few struggling bits Of color in the sloping
meadows were the children coming from
school. She hastily tied a girlisn sun bon
net under her chin, and slipping o 1t of the
back door, swept like alison shadow along
the line of fen until she seemed to melt
into the umbrage of the woods that fringed
the distant north boundary.