The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1890-06-06

! petuous passion, and stood, dripping and
/ haggard, In the light Of the pine knot
! blazing in the hearth.
Old Gilbert, seated on the sweet gum
! block, was patching an ancient jacket
| Bending low to catch the light from the
, pine knot, and pccring through pair Of
! clumsy spectac;es, he was pushing at his
needle by means Of a loatncrn circle in
| the palm Of his hand His needle as
| big, his thread was coarse and monstrous
were his stitches.
Missy, with "a wild cry, as II she were
the blast incarnate, swept the jacket
from his hands into the hearth, where it
lay and scorched and was forgotten.
'1n de name o de Lawd." Gilbert eiac-
ulated. '.Do chile Is sho,ly possessed"
"Brer Nicholas is gone! gone. goner'
Missy howlcd, never to come no mo- !
lie Is married to Dosia Furnival, and my
father has drove him away" And Missy,
! in sheer exhaustion, threw herself upon
I the floor.
Dat squeech owelr muttered the old
negro, with a supcrstitiou5 shudder.
Startling as was MiSsys statement, it
was received with absolute conviction
"De Lawd's will be done" he sighed
"Iou mean old nigGcr,' cried the out
rageous Missy, lifting tlor face. "'rain't
the Lords VIII! lis my fathers VIII
| And | want Brer Nicholas hacl could
a rode behind him; hut for all my calm
| he wouldn't come back, nor lie wouldn't
| answer
Honey" said old Gilbert, persuasive
! i, you mHs' strive after patience ontel
matters get sorter seasoned"
Il WON'T" said Missy; ,tnd down went
her head again, and her wailing filed
the poor little cabin.
Old Gilbert felt utterly helpless. He
looked at the child in silence, and then,
unable to bear the sight, he turned his
| eyes away III the direction, as il Glanced,
Of the blazing and smoking pine knot,
and mechanically drew his Jacket out Of
the ashes. But he had no heart to re-
turn to his patching. Hits a nfzzable
night he said; hut whether he referred
T. tho rain beating suilenly ON the roof,
OR 10 the dire news Missy had brought,
he did not know. He began to sing {.
hymn for comfort.
II don't want You to sing" howled
Missy. II you was just q wicked old
man, Id like you to-ens5e
Look a.herer exclaimed old Gilbert,
n fright. DE sperrit Of G. 'rhornes Is
| strong in desc ehiIien, tabbe sho! De
Lawd alter 20 mia, chile"
Missy sobhej. She was sorry for what
she had said, but she was NOT going to
confess it.
En- you Is fairly aripp.n' wild de rain
! Won'er whey is Glory-Ann det she let
you Git loose, dishyer way?'
IIe rose stiffly from his block, and un-
| locking a rude cupboard ia the corner,
| he took out his cherished umbrella. Il
| gwan tote dis chile home, he said II
rwan shame Glorv-Ann outen her shoes,
She d settin' up In white folkses kitchen
| Jaw, jaw, jawin', en- she dean no mo
know whey dis chile IS den de way ter
| Jericho
Missy's tears having spent their force,
she sat up and wiped har eyes, Il amt
nothin' but just u Iittfs girl" said she
mournfullv.
''Dasso, honey; en- you mus min ter
be good little gal, sos ter be comfort
ter Missle-virey en- yo' paw" old Gilbert
counseled, as lie spread open the um-
brella. and regarded It proudly.
Il shan,t be geod'' cried Missy. Il
mean 10 be just as bad rs can - on pur
pose. III worry the life out Of 'em all,
till got Brer Nicholas buck"
"Dat amt no way fur you ter talk,
faia old Gilbert, with authority. You
climb onter my hack; | gwan tote you
home"
Missy prepared to obey, nothing 10th.
She felt weak and tired, and ride upon
old Gilbert'B D back still had its charm for
her.
You hor on ter me wid emo ham, en-
de runberilla with Dc yuther," tho old
man directed. Il gwan mex sturrups
outen bof my hans
lie had sat down upon the doorstep
that Missy might the more conveniently
Chamber upon his back
Here we go!' he exclaimed, cheerily,
as he rose, staggering lttle under her
weight; and it was at no rapid gait that
be made his way in the dark, splasAing
through tho puddlos in the lane.
Missy felt her heart tighten little
under tho exhlaration Of this ride.
Daddy" said she, briskly, Il tell you
what want you = 50 after Brer Mich
| olas."
"Me' I.awd bless yo' soul, honey!
what po, no count ole nisger gwan
TO do with a bumptious young gomman
| LAX MaWse Nlcky
''You can't DO nothin' with him, but
you can do something for him, said the
practical child. "IIe amt got no mig
gers
Oats fac" old Gilbert agsented, so
berly; "nur dem Furnivals, nuther. In
Mawse Nick, lie warn't fotch up ter wax,
praise de IawdW
Missy began TO cry again.
Now doan you 50 fret, honey"
ccaxed old Gilbert. II gwan do de bes'
kin, en- bornbye Mawso Nick gwan
come home"
These words, spoken with serene as
surance, comforted Missy; she laughed
when she saw the light in the kitchen
door. They'll be 'etonished when they
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