Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-06-14


was juss rising, ana worE nad baresy
begun, when he entered the gate at Mrs.
Thorne's place.
Furnival was smoking his pipe under
the magnolia tree in front Of the house.
The news concerning Nicholas had not
yet travelled beyond Thorne Hill, but
Furnival knew, as soon az he caught
sight OF the colonel's black frown. that
the secret was out. He extinguished
his pipe forthwith, and prepared for
"talk," being wordy man.
''Mornin', colonel" he said ingratia-
tingly; he didn't intend TO have a "row,"
II It could be helped.
Collect your tools" said the colonel,
with vigorous sweep Of his right arm,
land vacate these premises, instantcr."
We'll" said Furnival. with delibcr.
ate uttefance. and looking the colonel
straight in the eyes, ~'them is pretty
short orders to come from anybody but
the owner of this place. My cawntrac'
is with yo' brother Leonard's widow,
'cordin' toe my understandin'."
II want no words with you, SIR" said
the colonel. "Your place is to obey
ORDERS"
ut happens to most of u.s. said the
carpenter, coolly, "to git what we don't
want; an 80 fur as words air concerned,
I've as good right to speech as any other
son of Adam. mought ask what ails the
job3 But / know very WELL colonel, it's
all because yo son Nick has made durn
fool of himself, an this amt the fust
time I've said it"
Nobody asked your opinion, sir,"
said the colonel, who had not been able,
for gathering rage. to interrupt. "Will
you leave-peaceably"
'Not till I've had my say, by thunderv'
retorted Furnival, putting his hands in
his pockets and planting himself dog
gcdly, just within reach Of the colonel's
riding whip. "I've got some of the
feelin's of a payrent myself, though they
don't take the same track in me as it
pears they do In you. My girl Dosia' Is
a good girl, and as pretty as aire Thorne
ever sot eyes on; an SO fur forth as
this proceedin' is q insult to her, I'll re-
sent II unto blood"
you've been drinking, sir!" said the
colonel, in great rage.
"No, SIR" returned Furnival, paren-
thetically; I'm a son Of temperance
to please Dosia. She'll mako Nick
Thorne a better wife than he deserves"
The colonel urged his horse q stop
nearer; but Furnival did not finch,
neither did he hesitate in his deliberate
drawl.
"Hows'ever, as war a-sayin', +" he con.
tinued, $50 fur forth as this proceedin' 1,
holding of me to account, I'm free to
justify myself; an l tell you, right now
an right here, amt no better pleased
with the match than you be-"
"Will you goT' cried the colonel, furi-
ously.
"I'll go when I've had my say, an not
O minute sooner. told you, a while ago,
that Nick had made blamed fool Of
himself, but for that matter, I'm free to
declare, Dosia is a blameder fool than
him; hows'ever, she's my daughter, an
therefor he's my son"
"You insolent, prating jackanapes!"
shouted the colonel, blind with rage, as
he raised his riding whip in act to strike.
"Ef you hit me, Col. Thorne." said
Furnival catching the whip in his mus
cular hands, I'm bounce you plum outen
yo' saddle. You got no cause to COM
plain ef take what you fling away; an
SO, good mornin to you"
AS Furnival let so the whip the col
onel's horse reared and plunged, throw
ing his rider into the dust but the car
penter walked away, too angry to offer
assistance.
Peter" he said, to an old negro who
was mixing mortar on the other side Of
the house, "go pick up Col. Thorne, whar
his hawse throwed him, out yonder."
Thus Col. Thorne had had his way;
yet, in spite of it, he felt beaten, and he
rode homeward, moody and bitter, with
a detected head.