The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-17

nllod with tears as they gaxcd appeAlingly at Nunez. She seized his hand, kissing and covering dark skin turned . dull ashen hue, and c dogged sullenncss geamed In his eyes. "She is my mother what of it2" he cried, boldly. CT had hoped would never sec her again. What do you care for my black blood1" he inquired, angriy. "You only wanted money. You have your price the girl is mine, and we will leave here"
 Jennie uttered faint cry and tottered to Aunt Charity, who caught her about the waist and sup ported her with both arms. "Never mind, my honey lamb" she whispered, soothingly. "He's my own fesh'n blood, but he mustn't trouble you. His pa done took him from me wen he wuz lple baby. Ps bin ter sec him since, but de las time promised I'd neber go any mo-"
 Nunez cast vindictive look upon his mother man," he said meaning Jennie, "I will kill her, 1" and uttering terrible oath, he left the house. Aunt Charity never complained of him after that. In her heart she tried to remember him only as he had been in his cradle days, when she had hushed his childish cries with her lullaby of love The faithful mothers heart still clung to him, in spite of his brutal renunciation of her. Louis Leonard was more seriously injured than f frst supposed, and 1t was many long days before he was able to be about again Daring those hours of illness Jennie Leslie talked to him and read the books he liked best and generally shared the of the invalid with Aunt Charity, until at length he able to be removed to the village. Tn the early days of his convaescence Aunt Charity had con-
 dded to him the secret of Jennies unfortunate riage, yet he mentioned the subject referred to 1t in any way.
 At last Leonard was suddenly recalled to his northern home, and, with the dispatch in his pocket, hurried to tell Jennie goodbye. When within few rods of the gate he saw Aunt Charity standing behind the low hedge, almost framed in roses The face was broadened by a smile of true African good humor, and she nodded delightedly. "I lowed twas you dat wuE comin', Mars Louis :; singular, now ain't dat5" and Aunt Charity rolled her eyes with superstitious awe. claws, my nose done itched on de lef' side all de mawnin'. I es' 'spected a gemman wuz suttenly comin, an wuz gwine ter look, when l see you comin' up ter dc 'ouse Miss Jennie'll Dc monst'us glad to see you, suh."
 On the way to the house Leonard told Aunt Charity of his intention to return north.
 The black hand, which was smoothing out her white apron, trembled slightly and the wooly head sank wearily on her breast. She fell on the ground and rocked herself to and fro in anguish, but in a moment she was up again and arranging her crum- pied dress She even made an effort ct converse tion as her ideas of politeness demanded.
 "Marse Louis" she said, "yer mustn't mind me. done de bes' knowed to control myself but Miss Jennie, poo lam, done los everting g-her pa an her ma-an' now yous gwine, toow
 al cannot help 1t, Aunt Charity"
 elf Misse want like merried folks, Marse Louis, lows you'd neber leave" There was an anxious inquiry in her voice, and Leonard simply replied them !" in low tone.
 At that moment Jennie came to meet him. There had never been 6 word of love spoken between them-but once, when he had urged her to obtain divorce and she had positively refused to make her misery public. But that day, at parting, his eyes were ardent and eloquent and he again begged to have the fatal ceremony annulled "You know love you-worship you," he pleaded "All these months have been silent, but must speak now, when we will be parted SO soon." The large tears stood beneath the dropping eye lids. "If you love me, go," she said. "You know could never stand court" and there was a sharp ness in her voice be had not heard before Leonard took one of her slim, cold hands in his own, then he kissed her once passionately on the lips and went away.
 Down the road where the house was pretty we'll hidden by the trees Leonard found Aunt Charity waiting. "Marse Louis" she said sol-