Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-12

W0G I06t, was fOuno again. ana ne 0ook
the exile in his arms.
And there was great silence, broken
at last by old 0ilbert's devout ejacula-
tion, Praise be ter Gloryr' for which
Glory Ann rebuked him with vigorous
thrust Of her elbow, and the inquiry:
''Is you plum forgot de manners you TUX
away FUN ThorDe HillY'
Dosia, beautiful still, with certain
majestic grace, in spite OF her poor and
faded dress, stood apart, proudly shy;
for at this supreme moment no one
thought Of her or the boy, whom a gaunt,
grim giantess held in her arms with an
air OF determined proprietorship.
To Missy her brother looked like O
stranger, but when he turned to her she
threw herself into his arms with pas
sionate burst Of tears that had, alas! lit
tie kinship with joy. This was not the
brother she had lost. The past was never
TO return.
The colonel gave his sons wife more
gracious welcome than Missy had dared
to hope, and he took his little grandson
In his arms and kissed and blessed him;
but for Roxanna White his only greeting
was q still bow.
Time had made his mark upon this
vigorous amazon since the day she at
tackled the colonel on the road side; but
she still carried her head high, and the
fire In her eyes was not quenched.
Plainly, in spite of time, here was the
saplo Roxanna, unterrified and uncom-
promising. When Missy would fain
have found likeness to her brother In
the little boy, Hes the bawn image of
his grandfather, job Furnival!" Roxanna
declared, grimly.
But this declaration, made for the COL
onel's discontinue, failed Of its effect, so
far, at least, as he was concerned, for he
had taken himself away.
II was soon manifest, however, that
Col. Thorne was not vulnerable to Rox-
Annals thrusts; he had the air Of looking
over and beyond her into space, and to
certain extent he ignored her. Not that
he held her devotion to Nicholas cheap
He had desired, indeed, to make some
substantial acknowledgment Of her SER
vices to his son. but when he spoke Of
this, in private interview, not long
after Nicholas return, Roxanna took fire.
"Pay me-" she shrieked. SIS that yo'
meanin'2 Yon can't pay mel The war
amt cleaned you out entire, Col. Thorne,
but you can't never give yo' son an yo'
grandson mon what I've give 'em. They
an Dosia together have had the heart
outen my body; what kin pay me fur
that but theyselvesp I spoke my mind
once pretty free, Col. Thorne, which hit
done me good; an I'm boun' ter speak
hit free some mo-. Don't you go ter be-
leve hit was all Nick's grit what hilt
him back from you so long; he amt
never got yo' letters, cause I KEEP 'em
from himw
"Woman!" exclaimed the colonel,
choking with indignation.
Eyes, I'm woman" returned Rox.
anna, with composure. "That's how
come my heart ached an burned fur
Nick an Dosia when you flung 'em off.
TUX 'em fur mine, an I'm got grip on
'em what can't be shook a-loose. Whar
they go, thar l go; whar they stay, thar
] stay.
But, Lor' Almighty bless yo' soul,
Col. Thorne, l amt layin' up no grudge
beginst you long o what's past an gone
I've toted my load long o Nick Thorne,
an mex no doubt you've toted yourn.
Accounts is squared now; you let 'em
stay squared. Hits po' business ter be
openin' new trade with trouble; l amt
no objections ter be stayin' here long o
you all, fur don't eat no idle bread no
whar. An bein you're bawn gentle
man, you got no occasion, AS l kin see,
ter set me a-drift--(bein' how amt yo'
SON." she added mentality
The colonel haG no desire to set Rox-
anna adrift; he acqueisced in her pres
ence with dignity, il not with cordiality;
and, happily, she did not prove so un-
comfortable an element in the household
as had been feared. Miss Elvira, in ex-
planning the situation to the friends of
the family, was accustomed to say, with
a neat little AIR of commentator, that
Roxanna White "knew her place." but
Roxanna stated the case somewhat diff.
ferehtly.
81 amt claimin' ter belong ter the
Thorne family" she said; "all ask 'em
Is, gimme space ter myself, an lemme
have the raisin' o that chile, an I'm sat
| istied"
can what manners is she fitten ter
teach Mawse Nick's boy?' Glory-Ann de-
manded, in dudgeon. "Po' white trash!
Lawd, how times is changed!"
"She alters wuks ter do right" said
old Gilbert, charitably.
dat amt gwan render her quality, Is
hity' retorted Glory-Ann.
"No, hit amt" old Gilbert admitted.
"But lack o bein' quality amt gwan
hender her fun gittin' ter hebben, ez l
kin see."
"Ilit's dis yeth what I'm discussin'," I"
said Glory-Ann, with supreme disdain.