Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-03-19
LITTLE MISTISS.

Measured by years il rs O long
time ago; bridged by my thoughts il
sssmed only yesterday, with no dark
night intervening, not even the gentle
glow of the cleaning, o even the
soft light Of stars between. A glare Of
sunlight flooding the broad, low
ceiled galleries, the old patriarchal
oaks looming majestically beyond as
fin pleasant enjoyment of their cool,
deep shadows; the loud changing Of
he IL o'clock bell from beneath its
whitewashed cupola held aloft by its
four long, slender legs, calling in the
aegroes to their MONDAY rest and
scanning hot dinners; the overseer,
with his wide sombrero drawn low
over his sunburned forehead, silently
riding in the rea of his struggling
gng, who come with song and laugh
md chuckle, mid clanking Of pillow
earring and the rumble Of the quaint
wster cart, this last in charge Of q
short shirted youngster, who answers
to the name Of water boy"
The master, called 'ole massa,"
with ever varying infection and un-
dulation of the glib tongues Of his
Able satellites, from the lingering, af-
fsctionate tone Of ole ma-a-ssa, /
tznls 70 kindly, sab, may 70 lib long
and happy, sab, 20 and yourn," fol:
lowing the rapid backward fitting Of
the black woolly head in the air and
tho putting down Of the dram glass on
the lacquered tray held by the grin
ming dining room boy, TO the quick,
psrcmptory, Hi, nigga, yer got ter do
4 COS ole massa done sayd as how it
got ter be DONE" and another varia-
6on being given with an ominous
shake Of the head, 'Ole massa is a
adin his high horse ter day, us is got
Ter look sharpI"
The master, an enterprising creole
gentleman, whose grandfather came
Erum ia belle Normandie, and whose
father owned and settled a large plan
taficn further up the river, the "Aca-
dia," where, summer and winter alike,
golden balls of sweet and sour oranges
Were rocked TO and fro "a the 'fair
winds listed" and whose ''every air
wns laden with the sweet breath Of
orange flowers" and where great
pecan trees held out long, protecting
azms, each one apparently over a GER
tain area of special soil, but OF looking
upward you saw their arms were inter.
iced; each one had thrust out long
hsanches between the branches of its
ueighbor tree, and as it seems anear
20 heaven up there, they are happily
shove all petty jealousies, and so they
lived and thrived in amity and great
fruitfulness.
Monsieur was expecting a guest this
light day in the leafy month of June
IAN American gentleman from Balti-
more, who had recently purchased the
adjoining plantation TO the right, the
property on the left being bounded by
little white village perched imperti-
nently near the big levee that seemed
. weak defense against the turbid
waveso of old Mississippi's angry waters
inihed into fury and froth by the big
paddles Of the passing steamers. The
gentleman neighbor was also O pros
Pnrtve son-in-law; but this was q
0cret between Monsieur lie Pere, Ma
dume la Mere and lie bon Ami.
The young maiden had not been
consulted; OF course she would con-
sent. Papa and mamman would ar
range that. Where was she now, for
whom the wedding wreath was bios
soming, the trousseau making, and
perchance the turkeys fattening, with
all the other thousand and one eject
eusclustering around the marriage Of
The eldest daughteri Wheref You
need not look far for this pet Of the
homestead, for she has only been al
hume a few weeks, pendant les va.
canoes" from the Pensionnat where
the Danes au Sacre Ceur among
other loyal s~obriquets Of reproach and
praise had called her ia petite ba-
vardeuse."
You may hear the merry young
voice, although yet you do not get a
glimpse Of the slim figure extended
full length in supine grace upon an
ironing table, hedged around by the
massive brick pillars that stock the
basement; the bonny face full Of es-
pliegerie, half hidden mid the damp
folds OF q snow white pile of tightly
rolled up linen, the curling brown
hair escaping from its moose of black
ribbon-a la mode du convent-the
two little feet with high arched in.
steps incased in pretty 'pantoufies"
that ''vielJe tante" had brought her as
cadeau ON her last fortnight visit,
beating a rhythmic rune in mid-air.
Aunt Sukey, you don't know what
you're talking about-no, indeed, you
don't | wish l had not TO go back TO
fhs convent yes-but TO marry, oh,
uDl not yeti ! want TO have-oh,
lots OF funr'
Nov look 70 heah, honey. Ise
fyued tellin 20 bout a mussin up dem
dar clean close-and ole massa's fine
shets, tool Goody Lawd, chile, looky
heah, now what yo's done 10 dem fine
cnmberick hankshers of your ma'sl"
md picking up the limp, damp cam
bsrick hankshes'' from the pavement,
Aunt 6ukey tried 10 free their from
de soil OF The brick dust, with many
lRrunts and dismal groanings, but wip-
fn1 them oyer with the wet, clean rag
d the sprinkling bowl won't do, 80
Dc Rrumbling tones cease abruptly,
cd pushing back her Madras tig-
non further from her swarthy
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