, 1890-05-08

"Go to tho quarters. Your master
shnll hear Of this"
For the iirst time In his llfo Inc
obeyed and skunk away. Then the
reaction came on. Mrs. Lachian
turned pale aud shook IN every
limb. As her courage collapsed,
that of her servants returned. Old
Prince and bfsum S'tyra flew on
either side tosupport her with many
expressions of:
"Dey, ma'am, yes, ma'anl, ob
cose, ma'am, 'nuff ter mex you feel
bad"
Once on the piazza, Prince hastily
brought forth dccantcr of Madeira,
poured her out glass, which he
presented with anxious respect.
Bundoo was shut up In mn empty
room Of the barn for fcw days TO
cool down.
"If you won't chop wood, you
mustn't chop negroes" said his
master, who took the affair very
coolly. 1.-THE negroes had no busl-
ness to torment him. Fierce say
agcs like him won't bear being bad
gorod. Bundoo Is a dangerous fell
lowi rm sorry 4 bought him.
| When Bundoo was released he was
forbidden to come near the yard,
and the other negroes, having re-
celvcd orders to let him alone, took
no notice of him. Desolation Is n
hard thing to bear, aud fierce say
agc though he wns, Bundoo felt II.
One day In his wanderlngs he
rnmbled near the yard and discov-
cred pile of cocoanut shells, which
old Prince had thrown over the
fence. At this sight his thoughts
liew back TO his own country, ana
waving palms, aud all the splendor
Of tropical verdurc was before him.
AT the recollection, u tidal wave Of
honesickuess swept over him, and
the unhappy captive's stalwart
breast heayed, aud large tears ran
down his tatooed cheeks.
Among the shells were some cocoa
nuts which had been simply bored,
and, not proved good, been cast
inside. Gathering up lot of these,
Bundoo made his way down u path
which led tn n spring OH the borders
ola sort ot swamp, or jungle. Sent
ing himself under IA small lay tree a
little way OIL the path, he, after sur
vcying these rcminders of his former
greatness, sent up death.wall, or
lament al SOME sort. At any rate,
IL was low, long, hideous howl.
Presently n squad of children
coming down the path In search of
bay blooms, heard him, aud halted
In surprise. They were the little
cripple boy, In his wagon, drawn
by the knife hoy and the calf boy,
andlfollowed by Tyra.
dat?"
"E ebil spirit" said Sambo, the
knife boy, dropping his side of the
wagon tongue aud preparing to run.
"Shuhl shuh! r. nuttin' but plat
eye" said limbo, the more valiant
calf-boy.
"Dey cries constant In de bush, -
and lie boldly made his way through
the scrub palmetto and peeped.
II ole Bundoop he whispered,
coming back with the whites OF his
eyes cleaning.
"Wadder matter wild 'em?" asked
Sambo.
"E calm up bad sperit," said
the superstitious Tyra. Come
way, chl!lun, from de Afrikin man.
Misses say we mustn't hub nutten
ter do wild 'ein."
Here the little cripple interfcred.
II wanter see him. hc said.
"No, no, Mass Atty" said Tyrn;
"E hu't YOU come way"
The crippled boy, however, had
been accustomed TO have his own
way.
~ will see him." he said, 'draw
me closer" But his two steeds re-
fused. "Eh, eh," said they, dem
ebil sperit tear US up"
!" 'E tali<in' ter plat-eye," said
limbo, "an' ef plat-eyc set T. eye on
you, 'etu'n you turrcr goat urrer
sheep"
The white child had heard these
tales all his life, and he was skcpti-
cal las to Plat-eyes.
~ am going TO see anyhow" he
said, 'you stay yam till | come
buck" And in spite of 'Tyra's re-
unonstrances, he crept out of the
wagon, and, by the aid ofa rude
crutch, iimp-d through the bushes.
There sat Bundoo weeping, with
She cocoanuts at his feet.
"W'a dc matter, Daddy Bum
doo?" he asked, in his corrupt En-
glish. "Does y0 cry cause yo' CO.
coanut spile?"
The captive looked up suddenly,
10 meet the gazc of a pair Of big, sad
black eyes, set In II very small, pale
face. The eyes had the mournful
expression Of one vino always suffers
pain. They wore the first look Of
sympathy he had met since his cap
ture In the jungles of Africa.
mo, No, said the exile, "ytirra
hut me, and he struck h is breast.
"Then you have dc stomach
acbe?" He could understand weep-
ing for this. "Come TO de- house am
mamma will gle you some medi-
cine.
But Bundoo shook his head. "No.
no, yoona no stand. Wen-a-me
look'a at ter disher," pointing to the
me shee me con'try; den big pain
rise up in me-
The little boy slowly took In this
idea, though 1t was new one 10
him.
"Po' Daddy Bundoom he said,
gently sirulSing the tattooed face
with his wasted fingers. II sorry
fer you"
The first words Of sympathy
offered him!
You putta little buckra boy" hc
said and NyRs ubotIt Ia cnroid li.,,