The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-04-27


! aid bent his best ear, aided by his curved
hand, to catch what Nicholas was saying,
And this was what he heard:
at is too glorious night to lose; lei
us have one little stroll in the moon
light"
Hits gal!'' old Gilbert was almost
betrayed into calculating aloud. EN-
he orter be sayin' dat same ter Miss
FIorar'
1t was a girl She came out into the
moonlight that flooded the porch, tall
slender, dark haired girl, with sanity
face and voice like flute. She said
something the old negro could not hear,
but he heard his young masters reply:
'fOf course the colonel viii make a row
at first. You see, Dosia, 1 hide nothing
from you. But when they know al
you've been to mellow you have re-
deemed me from my wild life, Oh, dear
saint
What more he said old Gilbert did not
know; he had heard enough. He drop
ped fat on his face in great fright.
When he rose up Nicholas and the girl
had passed down the street, arm in arm.
The old spy could see them as they went.
''Gret Kingr' he gasped. "Is I come
all dis hyer way ter see mawster's SON
mawster's onliest son gallivantin wild one
O dem Furnivals? Sholy, sholy, Mawse
Nick ain gwan git tangled up wild dis POI
white trash, pray! Lawd! what I GAVIN
do? l ain gwan say nothin' ter Mawse
Nick, ter go mex him rampin' mad; I'd
a sight yuther mawster'd git mad with
me den rifle Mawse Nick. Hits mawster
ter blame, keepin de boy in dishyer lone
some place. Wish l wuz home now.
Dere's all my money-en' dat ole sow,
drat her! En- my Dominicker hen most
ready to come often her nes'-whey' s
my rumberilla? Lemme study whey is
l leffum? I so sot on Mawse Nick l dis
remember whey leffum."
Sore disturbed, the old negro fastened
back to the stump where he had sat
down; the umbrella was not there. He
retraced his steps to the store, but the
cherished badge Of responsibility was not
to be found for any search.
"Well, well, " he sighed, ''ill luck doan
nuver come single handed. Maybe hits
a sign dat ole Furnival SOW is rooted up
my money. Dey is nightly in de way,
dem Furnivals, 'en de bes' what kin do
beginst EN- is ter wrastle in prah.'
Thus communing with himself and car
rying a detected head, old Gilbert came,
unawares, upon one of the citizens Of
Eden, who was acting as a patrol.
"HaItI'' said the man of brief authority.
yes, mawster!" said old Gilbert, stop
gshort and taking off his hat with one
hand, while with the other he fumhled in
his pocket for his pass. Use Kernel
Thorne's Gilbert, sub, fun over ter Leon,
come ter de Sunrise plantation. Mawse
Nick wrosened me permission ter come
up ter de stO' en- buy terbacker."
The man held the pass up to the moon
light, and while he read old Gilbert scan
ned his face studiousIy.
''Ain't you Mr.. Job Furnival, subj" he
asked, with far more Difference than he
considered the Furnivals entitled to-; but
Mr.. Job Furnivals daughter was hon
ored by Mawse Nicholas attentions. and
that made a difference: it was the part
of wisdom, apparently, to keep on the
good side Of Mr.. Job Furnival, and get
all the information possible. Il mem
bers de favor of yo' pusson bout ITALIA
hassee streets"
''Ya-as, that's my name," said Mr.
Job Furnival, with hesitating drawl.
Old Gilbert grinned atfably. us you
done quie Tallahassee, subj
''Well, my wife's health war broke, 3"
said Furnival, IAN | got job down this
way, an bought house an lot cheap"
After a pause he continued: ct war
plum lucky for Col. Th0rnes son tibet
my wife tux care on him when he got
that stab O. Marcus Whites knife. Mar
Gus war the one ter blame, so he bein'
our kin we war boun' ter look after Nick
ThOrne, sorter. 1t war a close shave
'twixt him an Kingdom Come, an
amt adzackly got my forgiveness yit
tibet / amt told the colonel nothin' bout
hit. But Nick'lis, | reckin, is skeerder
Of the colonel than ever he war of the
wrote, an the doctor said doan fret him,
an so-an' SOL
Yes, mawster," said old Gilbert.
''It's larnt Nick Thorne one wholesome
lesson, l reckin."
Eyes, mawster, said old Gilbert again;
his heart was very heavy.
''An' I reckin, maybe. he'll walk
straighter track. eff so be the colonel war
minded ter settle him permanent onter
the Sunrise plantation. It's good piece
o Ian"
q dunno; dunno nothin',' said old
Gilbert.
EFF Nick lis-war minded-ter mar
ry"- Furnival resumed hesitatingly.
Old Gilbert waited respectfully for the
sentence to DO finished, but JOB Furni-
val was only attempting suggestion TO
the old negro garrulity; and as Gilbert
maintained silence, he walked away with
out further words
He ain I got no manners old Gilbert
muttered, as he trudged along. "Maws-
ter would a said good evenin'. dough I
is a po' ole no count niger. En- spos-
in mawster DO settle Mawse Nick onter
Sunrise plantation. is Mr. JOB Furnival
gwan boss de niggers? De mo- I argy-
fies. pears ter me lax de troubles o dis
worr is accumerlatin'. gwan travel
long back ter Thorne Hill, jes ez quick
ez kin git my pass.
He could not get his pass until Nioho-
las had breakfasted. and then it was so
long past the dawn that old Gilbert, in
order TO make sufficiently early start,
was obliged TO delay yet another day.
Reckon it's time you were at home,
said Nicholas. The hounds will be into