The Newtown bee., 1888-12-07

Certainly she looked steady, too steady for her years, as she picked her way through the mud. She had stopped at the store and the sstin trickr gIIttercd under the crook of her elbow. Passing through the sssettlement," 1" she went over the brow of the tiny hill. down into the cypress brake. She hastened her pace. tripping along the dim forest ways- Beautiful ways they are in February. with the white bark shining like silver and the velvet moss which coats the north side of the expresses and syca- mores, the glitter of red berries on the blue-black twigs of the hackbcrry trees, the ferns waving in the damp places and the little ssbluets" which deck the ground, first of all the brave company of Spring
 flowers; but none of these did brisk lit- tie Mixzie sec, because she was too busy planning for the two younger children and for "Paw.-
 sswe cud make out right we'll, eft want fur that thar cotton she said to herself. sswell, wudnt keer bout los in the cotton, either, eft wasn't fur such a sight CT bad feelin's. I ies' take the shivers every time l see paw gether- in his gun ter go out. An it used ter be so nice!''
 Mizxie sighed heavily. By this time. she had come out upon a clearing and cotton fields. On the edge of the cotton 3 fields stood bright blue house. Evi- dently it was a new house; not only was it's color surprise to the eve accustomed
 to the universal whitewash of plantation ? taste, but its snug architecture and Il straight chimneys proclaimed its recent
 building. A little girl sat on the porch e beside a lank Arkansas hound. The y hound rushed across the fields with joy D full yelps. Mizzie hushed him as best she ' could:
 ssDown Jeru. Down charge, You'll F fotch him out, shore" ) The little girl followed the dog. She IS was about Mizzie's age and her black l: curls streamed out behind her as she ran.
 d My, how long you was v she exclaim- er ed. ssDid she tell yeg' IS Mizzie nodded.
 , "Yes. You be thar, this aft-noon. ' re- 'f piled she, solemnly and she added, s'I le reckon Id bes' fotch long the baby. s, Sal Jane has had i'm all the mornin'. s- You mustn't ax too much CT them little es folks''
 D, sAll right. I'll fotch long my doll-- oi The little girl looked about her with
 hurried and stealthy air, then pushed her 'o pretty face through the fence rails to kiss - Mizzie, saying:
 " "Yo' right good ter fix it fer me so
 nice! An I do love you better'n any Ae gell in this worr-'' " "Oh, Doshy v erica Nizzie, ssI see him
 comin'. Oh, fy!-
 on Instantly she herself darted across the iu road and plunged into the brake Bcshy 'g ran swiftly toward the house. A vc:cs
 commanded her to stop; she had been CT seen. She turned and went back to her a father. He was she #. dark man. whe en snapped an ox-goad against his bcos1sSsss ed in an unpleasant mar
 ssAin't that gell lock Haslett's.- hs Iss inauired. sswarn't that hes, here. yis
 terday, toog'
 ed "Yes, sir,'' said Doshy. wv sDid nit tole ye did n't want ye ter as have no more talk with Haskett's folks 7
 Then Doshy plucked up heait to an er- swer. ssPaw, cayn't help it. She E st
 good. An like her better'n any liftis 'ed gell in school"
 Ks, "Goody' repeated the father will gn strong derision. "Good. Aint she CT, Haskett? Ain't she got red head lik 'ed his'ns Aw. them red heads kin talk an ise git 'roun' decent folks, but they'll do y
 a meanness whenever ye trust 'em- I1ool ra' at me! Kin walk right yit! Confoun our him. I'll tote that ar bullet CT his put 'roun', longs I live! An my gell a-wani
 in, ter run with his gell! aint got pa nat tience ter enjure hit Go long!
 The child made no answer, but ,stifiin i'n sob. flew into the house.
 Sullenly the father limped about hi work. He was not at all harsh fatht and that unusual look of fright and hul : = which his girl had worn smote his hear ssNow made the little trick feel bat Blame it all!'' he muttered, while he saa
 dled his horse; and he felt all the mol bitter toward Haskett, the cause of h
 ill-temper.
 .s,. Everybody on the plantation knew tn
 there was open war, . strong and pitt
 feud, between Luther Morrow and Do
 Haskett. Yet, not six months befoI .ss ss they had been warm friends. The qua
 rel began over tride, dispute as which of two hunters was the bett scay shot. There was . match which decid VII nothing, a hog hunt in which each sf vln8 the same number of wild hogs and bo "no claimed the last boar The two mel l' tempers waxed warmer and, by con '. quence, their friendship cooled and fc 'u 'n ish friends made the mater worse. Al
 finally, Jerusalem Jones. Lufher's l , sln hound, must needs choose tl,is season
 wrath to steal ham from the Hal sne gallery. Dock Haeluett, un1h.R4l lees snatched up his guA and ahot at beast. He mlsaed Jcrusn1em J0nees v sn he hft Jerusalem's master. Wno Woo his way to the Haakett's, bent oa ecn neo htiou, owing to his Wifs'a ent1eat1ee. lco or >v~r nnx2 7k fm hln mand fo tG1l Dmsk '