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


jes' as heady as Mawse Nick hesef; an
mawster ain got no room ter complain
when his chillen tex dey own way; dey
is made after his own petterun plumb"
''I'm a-goin' with you'll" painted Missy,
as soon as she was within hearing dis
lance of her fathers much INDUCED old
slave, who, being slightly lame, and
duly considerate Of the corn crop, was
making his way leisurely.
"Nawster abover' exclaimed the old
man, with a grin that displayed his big
white teeth. Here you come :<omplin'
de Gavin lax SO much pusleyH an gittin'
yo' skin tanned up. Why'nt you salts
fed ter set in de greet house, lax de lady
you wuZ bawn?'
81 want to go wadin'." said Missy.
al amt gwan ter no branch said old
Gilbert, with decision: and before the
child could recover from the surprise Of
her DISAPPOINTMENT, he asked with pa
thetic eagerness, as mawster hearn
fun Mawse Nick lately, ez you knows
on?"
''There, now" cried Missy, angrily, "I
was just forgettin bout Brer Methodist
l amt come out here for you to talk to
me bout Brer Nicholas; it makes me
an-swelled-just here" And Missy,
with her slender hands across her heart,
began to sob.
"Now, now, Honey, doan you go cry"
old Gilbert demonstrated. "Mawse Mich
olas gwan come home one O desc days"
But the old man sighed. He was not SO
sure Of his prophecy himself.
Il want him today! [ want him noww
sobbed Missy. 81 DO believe it'll be a
whole everlastin' year befo' 1 see Brer
Nicholas any mo-; and me with no BROTH
er and no sister, 'cep,in' only him."
"Mawster drors de reins too tight"
murmured old Gilbert, communing with
himself. "Hukkom he kin be SO hard
on his own flesh Ell blood, en- so easy
wild dis po' no count ole nigger?"
His mo 'countness" was point much
insisted upon by Daddy Gilbert, who
cherished his slight lameness as a means
of securing him an immunity from any
regular work.
Il don't see as you're so no count"
Missy objected. ''Yo can do mo- work
than Tom Quash and Griffin Jim. They
couldn't make round bottomed baskets,
not if they was to try"
The old man chuckled with gratifed
vanity.
''And I am goin' with you-no matter
if you amt goin' to the branch" she de-
clared.
''No, you doan go long o me, Missy"
said old Gilbert, uneasily. Hits too
fur. You jes' tote yo'sef back ter de
gret house"
''Im tired of the house." Missy said,
beginning to CRY afresh.
Now ain dat a PITY exclaimed old
Gilbert, impatiently. Pm s,priSed at
Glory-Ann lettin' you run loose in dish
yer sun. You jes' so long back, Missy,
en- I'm gwan ketch you a Molly cotton
tail, or mebbe squirt"
Missy paused, glowering from under
her puckered brows. The house had no
attractions for her while the sun was
shining warm and bright. and the woods
were waving boughs Of green, But sud
denly the frown relaxed; Missy was in
spired by brilliant purpose. She per-
Celyed that it might be possible to steal
off to that djngy little dwelling in the
midst of the plum thicket, on the other
side Of the road, beyond the cornfeld,
where she hoped to find Do=ia Furnival,
a girl eight years her senior for whom
she entertained an immense respect. 1t
mattered nothing to this daughter Of the
blue bloodcl Thoruos that Dooia's father
was carpenter, and thai her mother
made dresses for the ladies Of Taliahas-
see; Missy found her altogether admira-
bic For Doaia was gentle and patient;
she assumed none Of those airs of superb
GRITTY that rendered Flora Thorue, the
beautiful niece, so obnoxious to
her little cousin Missy had heard, few
DAYS before, that Do5!L vas not in ITALIA
haSsce; il therefore occurred 20 her mat
she might be found with the carpenters
who inhabited the sorry little
house at the bend Of the Thorae Hill road.
With the colonel and Miss Elvira on the
road to town. with Glory Ann busy in the
house. and Daddy Gilbert vending his
solitary way To the woods, Missy decided
that she might venture TO steal off for an
hour or 50. without risk of discovery.
She turned her face towards home, but
she had gone only few yards, when she
abruptly changed her course and began
TO walk rapidly across the field IN the di-
-eCtion Of the road.
But Just as she took this turn, old Gil
bert was minded ID look back, and he
detected her purpose.
"Hi-yi!' he called out. sternly. go
back ter de greet house, street! You got no
cali TO foller after dem po white trash!
De Thornes is quality; de ain got no
business wild de Furnivals"
you mean ole nigger!' cried Missy,
Il ain gwan see no chile mawster's
sociatin' wild dem Furuivals," said old
Gilbert, unmoved. You tote yoSef Stret
back ter de greet house, else l gwau tell
mum.
Missy. after few irresolute moments,
wiped her tears on the SKIRT of her ging-
ham sun bonnet, and went resignedly
back to the gap in the garden paling,
slipped through and confronted Glory
Ann in the latticed gsllsrv between the
kitchen anG the main building.
Glory-Ann wes seated in a low, splint
cnsir, with bros.i, smooth
board across her Snees, and pen-knife
in her right hand; she was making
ready to crimp Miss Elvirs's ruffied
aprons that lay folded in basket on the
stool at her side. she paused in the act
Of lifting the apron from the basket, and