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

he said, rising with grunt. ''Time
wuz fxin' up mother bottle O white ash
box en- whisky. git de box en- Missile
Virey gimme de whisky. Hit ain too
late for sassyfac, nuther. Lxtle Missy
alters honin' after sassyfac tea. gwan
tote her bundle o. sassyfac ter de gret
house dis night, SEEM wuz 'bleged ter
spite her bout dem Furnivals."
Old Gilbert took his way home BY a
roundabout route, through. an old field
known as the berry patch, where elder
bushes and sassafras sapings grew rank
in the fence corners, hedged round by
little thickets of the odorous horse mint.
Herr the old man set to work; down
on his knees, by the aid of his ready
jack knife, he was deity extracting the
roots whose rich aroma diffused itself
around. when his trained ear caught the
sound of steps approaching.
"Wha' dat?' he whispered to himself,
with FACILITATING heart, lifting his head
to listen. rabbit?
A yellow cur, with cropped ears and
barely three inches Of tail, jumped upon
a log on the other side of the fence, ut
tering short, sharp bark.
Old Gilbert peered over the fence to
right and left of him, along the bride
path that skirted the field.
"Whey you come fun, You ondemand-
ed beas' critter;" he said, scornfully ey-
ing the cur, which he recognized as the
property of "dem Furnivals."
The dog answered with yelp, jumped
off the log and ran across the bride path
into the woods, but presently returned at
the heels of lank, sandy haired, sallow
youth, clad in faded jeans.
Old Gilbert's heart knocked at his ribs
as he thought of his treasure in the hol-
low of the wood; but manners" de-
manded that some greeting should be
given, and policy dictated certain OBJ
sequiousness of tone, but the old negro
babe the youth Good morning" with a
bow very many degrees removed from
the respect he would have accorded to
equality"
The lad responded with sullen reluc-
lance.
"Whicherway is you comm fum?" old
Gilbert asked, insinuatingly.
IL dunno ez hits any o yo' business"
was the surly answer. 81 amt no furer
from home then you, en- amt a niger.
I'm a-huntin' of hawg, en- eff you amt
tolled hit ter yo pen, you ole prowler,
maybe you're fur gittin' onter hits
tracks"
Old Gilbert's heart waxed hot. That
10 Ro 49,
trash" of tolling away lean and scrubby
old hogl
"De LOr'-a-mighty!' he exclaimed,
with sort of persuasive indignation.
"Doan' you en- yo' folks know what I
have got hawgs ev'y blessed year fat
TENN cawntinual? l cuores my own
bacon, en- is been doin' dat same, year
in, year out, gwan on 70 you WIZ bawn.
Is s'prised at ye!'
"Wall," drawled the boy, measuEbly
subdued by this reminder Of fact with
which he was well acquainted, Il
spicioned as ye're alters roun' these
woods"--
"Mef" interrupted old Gilbert, with an
uneasy thought of his buried treasure;
then, recovering himself, Il amt often
ow LAM" he said, with significance.
"Look a-here!" shouted the boy, ad-
vancing menacingly, while the cur growI-
ed and showed his teeth.
EN- 1 b'longs ter Kernel Jasper
Thorne," continued old Gilbert, with in
flated superiority. Use a gemman's
niger, is"
~ doan know ez that's anythin' to
me-" said Jesse Furnival, with suIlen
abatement of his wrath "But, come,
now amt you seen nothin' of ow ole
white SOW in yo' comin's en- COINS?
amt inquirin' what ye air up toe"
Old Gilbert had dropped on his knees
again and was Juggling at the sassafras
roots. Use comm en- going On my OWE
proper arrants, he grun5led. My OWE
ers deselve5 doan mol me ter count bout
dat. Howsomedever, did see lean ole
white sow ez | come along"
"Whicherway?'
The eagerness of the inquiry was Is
fuel to the fame of old Giloert's suspi-
cions Side of de bride path, followin'
de woods" he said, avoiding all refer
ence tc the route by which he had come.
aspect she was gwan ter de branch.
Whyn't you keep her penaedf De ain
nothin' in de woods dis time o year ter
feed ner
you ten ter yo' business en- III ten
ter mine" retorted Jesse Eurnival.
"Prowlin' roun' these woods lax free
niger. Ef the kernel ain I got nothin'
better'n root dicgin' fur yOu ter do,
whyn't he send you ter keep track O that
racketing son O his'n? Nick Thorne nave
been in fix, l kin tell you, over yander
ter Eden
"Wha' dat" old Gilbert asked, in quick
alarm.
''Aint the kernel hearn how Nick
Thorne wuz nigh en- about cut ter pieces
in row with Marcus White? Over
game o poker"
This vas about ali that Jesse Furnival
knew OF the affair, but he hoped TO learn
more from old Gilbert.
de greet mawster.' exclaimed the
old man. When WIZ dat
''Oh, over en- above two months ego.
Amt hearn nothin' bout hit::"
''Look-s-nere. hoy, said cid Gilbert,
"dere ain dat knife MADE what kin CIT
Mawse Nicholas TER pisces. Doan you
go tole no sech lie aroun'. VINO done
hit anyhow"
much y2u know saeered Jesse Fur
nival. Il done tot you hit wuz Marcus
White done hit, what Is sorter kin ter Us
oil bo:,,r h g ro1cnd eezr7SSn tor T-.-E-
jobs wife. And swelling with pide II
the proves Of this family connection.
the youth spread b. feet wide apart,