Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-03-11

kettle were parts of symphony which
fitted tremendously with floating clouds
of roseGte tint that sailed off CT seas of
Intensest blue, even the white necks Of
soapiness on the brown arms had rain
bows in them. Why should not the dusky
worker sing?
Scip himself caught the inspiration,
and burst forth with more vigor than
music:
Mistah Squirrel am mighty man,
He eats Up all de farmers korn,
Reg'ar trOttin', 80 dey say,
Regular trottin', SO dey say.
Aunt PhilIis' sense Of eternal fitness
received q sudden shock, and resound-
ing Gun put q period to Scip's Classic
song.
"You amt go" no manners. Cawn't
you be still? III learn you to 'spect
your betters.'
A timely interruption that Scip in
stantIy seiz: ID cut short this maternal
discipline.
"Mammy, dan kums de Iittle
mislis!'"
A vision of daintiness was the fair girl
as with bIithesome steps and coquensa
grace she advanced lightly down the
pstlway. There wss Just shade
Z, I uneAsiness in the glsnce OF her soft
brown eye not altogether IN keeping with
an expression of determination about the
delicate curves of red lips that even sun
beams fingered to kiss.
A certain trepidatiOn also marked her
tor es as Ehe said: "Aunt Phlllis, I'm
4 going to cousin Roses, but will be nome
I might; if papa comes tell him I've
gone nuttipg"
"Lah, Miss Fay how is Ye gWine? De
81 carriage done gone to Rchmon, an rs
bin so busy l couldn't spar Scip to take
Daisy to de shop; ye know she ought TO
De ehod afore you ride her."
"Oh, Cousin Rose sent Mr.. Townsend
aft me, and he'u bring me home"
Until now the rhythm at the tuos had
gone on uninterruptedly, but the busY
washer turned about, and in voice OF
tender entreaty, with slmost mothers
esrnestness, Aunt Phlllis spoke: Little
mistus, don't yer &c. Honey, say al
home"
Good bye, nanny" and merry
) laugh in which thrre was d. f Mt ring,
was the selsresponse to thesprotest.
WUTkAud music have always proved
antidates, or, at leRst, place Dos to per
tuFSed minds Aunt Phillis continued
ssf rubbing and wringipg, but the songs
tWsre in slow and solemn measure, and
"a the uumistakeable vehemence with which
she wrung article after article showed
tina she was not at peace, neither had
she now the spirit of melody that tuned
her morning lay.
"Look dab, nanny, dab goes Mas
GaWges Townsen in bran new buggy
wit-" "Olch!" this last IN response 70
damp unexpected cuff, thst not only
capslzed him, but so startled his charge
that protracied howl from the baoy
changed fer time the work OF
NANNY" although the change brought
down on Scip's woody pate, the bottled
wrath of "Aunt Phillis."
"Caun't learn ye 10 sens, MaTstel
Georg," indeed "Mistah Townsen'l
don kno whsr Msrsier Franks eyes is, e.
Miss Lucy was live she'd see things
'tsin't no use for me to say nothin', Mist
Fay won't lissep, she got de sweet eys'
OF de Fairfaxes, but dat mouf an chin
dat's Thornton all ODER, sDd che Just g.
! -ot in her way as is de Msrster; DE LITTLE
Mistis de Lord lub her! gal da
amt got no mudder, OATS pitiful
an dGh's Miss R Sc as ought II
II kno bettah; but what you spec O he1
II Sac amt been lik de res o. de family
sense she married dat Yankee cappen
) pity he hadn't had bis he'd shot of, Il
= place or Miss Rose's missing and nussIni
tell she ssy she Tub him, and would mar.
- ~ him, right in de face o. morster.
spec she had right to, and her euardeei
i ouun to say de captin done mighty vel
by her, doh dat -four mill is sn sggravAtl
81 sight right dar in de best fishing sireSr
!. in all dis country, Msny's de time Mos
and Use slipped OF and fshed dab; bu
dat was befoh de wsh. "Litu
mlstls!" she oughtn't to do he
ole nanny dat way. min we
Z. de time Miss Lucy laid her in desc arm
y and said, Pnillis, be good to my babI
e. . her sorrowiul eyes ha'nted me SO dat
!. sometime 'fraid didn't tend my ow
chile like ought. and so de Lswd tn
him"
Not far distant from this homely seer
r.. stood the old-fashioned house OF Il
Thornton's, where dwelt alone the repre-
= sentative of family which held their Ian
patents dated back to early colonial day
y The history Of life within thes
S.tgrim walls had been history
te human lives, sunshine and shadow, lc
- aud sorrow, living and dying; now STATED
danes and gallant cavaliers looked dow
I on Q6SSIIcu Halls anu elIcuk uhuVuStlA
lrgoms, their sole tenants the gloom
Esquire and his only child, Miss Fairfa
Thornton, known as Miss Fay; but in II
hearts Of her black servitors enshrined {
n sLittIe Mlstis," whose sway, sometime
az despotic, WAS never questioned by old {
~ Young. This little autocrat was the onl
link that bound Colonel Thornton to Il
- aggressive present, with which
5 had no sympathy. Like man
others, he ceuld not enter int
q present so foreign to his experien'
sud to his past. Learning anew is I
easy task, snd the great upheavsl CT ps
conditions to men IF his years mad bee
stunning and paralyzng. Colonel Thor
toms new neighbors had little love Il
him, and he half resented the encroecl
\ ment of these thrifty northerners
~ whom he had been compelled to les
much of his heritage. The contrast b
. tween their well titled fields and his me-
lected acres served but to increa
1T his bitterness OF spirit, and IS the jar
dc machinery sounded in his patrician es
nt naught saved him froml misanthropy b
his bright, his loving Fay, whom he