Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-05

Winifred Thorne was now determined,
in spite Of her fathers opposition, to see
Can't. Fletcher. The first time. there
fore. that she went TO town to spend the
day with her cousins she begged to have
the carriage wait when she and Miss FL
vira alighted at Mrs. Herry's door.
~ should think you had had riding
enough after nine miles," said Miss FL
vira; "but you young people are never
tired"
winifred did not explain, but as soon
as she had seen her aunt comfortably
settled I'm Cousin Myrtilla's room she
bravely announced to Lottie and Bess
that ehc was going to drive to Mrs. Theo-
dore Scott's.
ITO meet that Yankee officer!' cried
I,ottie and Bess, Indignantly.
"Yes," said Miss Winifred.
"Oh, Missy, Missy" lamented Lottie.
1--WE shouldn't have thought it of you
6outhern born!"
"For my part" cried Bess, 81 would
rather never hear of my brother"
81 haven't asked you to go with me-"
winifred retortcd, In an angry tone, but
checked herself, and added, with sigh,
"We'd better not discuss this question,
Bess.n
''Did your father give you leavcf' ask.
. cd Lottie, excitedly. "For IL he did,
81 haven't asked him. Don't say any
more; l can't help it; ! don't want to
think whether / am right or wrong. Let
me gov'
She broke away and hastened out. At
the gate she met Nom Bee.
"Whicherway you gwan, honey?"
asked the old nurse, suspiciously. DE
sont mo word you wuz ter be spendn'
dc day, en- j come stretways ter git
glimpse at you. l lows ter spen' de
day, myself, eff Miss Myrtilla amt OBJ
jectin', en- i know she amt. Lemme
tell you, chile; amt got speech o dat
,Fed'ral gemman yit"---
"Never mind" Missy interrupted, inn
paNieptly. "Let me gor'
"Y5nNain' gwan after him, Missy, now
sho'ly yoSf>ain't?'
~ surely amI' Missy declared.
.'Den kin tell you hit amt no use,"
said Glory-Ann, planting herself solidly
IN the way. "Miz Theodo' Scott is done
got him inter u two.hawse buggy, en-
TUX him down ter St Marks Fac"
"How do you know" cried Missy, i'm
patiently.
"How do know? Ain de bespoke dc
buggy long o Tom Quash, who is quit
!. de hotel en- jined de livery stables'
Now, honey, jes' you so back ter yo'
cousins en- bejoy yo'self, en- wait on sue
cumstancc. Lefium ter yo' ole nanny.
Igwan manage"
Missy sighed and submitted. She sent
the carriage away and returned to the
parlor, where Lottie and Bess were still
holding an indignation meeting. Nom
Bee followed hard behind, but stopped
upon the threshold.
"Oh, Winifred, we're so glad you've
changed your mind!' cried Lottie, as
Winifred sat down, signing.
"Tve not changed my mind, Winifred
returned; "but Nom Bee says they've
gone to St. Marks. Today Of all days!'
At this Bess looked up inquiringly, but
Nom Bees vigorous pantomimo imposed
silence; and Missy, who had turned away,
was none the wiser.
Late that afternoon, when Miss Elvira
and Missy had departed, the diplomatic
Nom Bee sought a private audience OF
Mrs. Herry.
"Hit's about Missy, Miss Myrtilla," she
said, anxiously, "'cause dat chile ain
got no mo- gumption den a baby. Hit
runs in de Thorne family ter be heady,
en- Missy is heady. Missle-virey, wild
her eyes sot on dc prah book, she ain
never gwan onerstan' Missy; en- maws.
for ha don't nparctani ,,nthar. l.,e,y,;ea
Missy gotter be policized."
"What in the world is the mat
ter" Mrs. Herry asked, bewildered and
alarmed.
Miss Myrtilla, is most 'shamed ter
tell you. Missy done begged ter run after
dat Fed'ral gemman ter Niz Theodo'
Scott, 'cawse dis ole fool niger had ter
90 let on dat de wuz talk he had met
up wild Mawse Nick in de wah. Lawdl
Miss Myrtilla, cotch dat chile on de
track Of dat fed'ral gemman dis blessed
mawnin'! He's proper gemman, may
be; but mawster ain gwan know nDfhin'
bout him, 'en Missy got no business fol-
iowin him up, jcs' ter git word bout
Mawse Nick"
Certainly not, said Mrs. Herry. "She
must not"
81 know better den tell her she musn',"
said the sagacious Glory-Ann. Il wuz
'bleeged ter tell dat bumptious chile what
Miz Theodo' Scott en- dat fed'ral wuz
outen town. But l can't keep on tellin'
sich lies ter save her manners. She ain
gwan bullieye me bonn bye. You en- me
Is gotter look after Missy, Miss Myrtilla.
Now I'm gwan sec dat fed'ral gemman,
come ter-morrer. Hit ain no use ter ak
nawster ter put his wah feelins en- his
politics in his pocket he ain gwan do
hit. Hits me what gwan fin out bout
Mawse Nick; en- den I'm gwan back ter
de plantation, ef | totes mysef, ter tell
Missy, fur de peace o her min. De
ain much use in freedom cz ] kin see,
ef a ole niger LAX me ain free ter use
her Jedgmept En-, eff you please, Miss
hyrtilla, len line yo' side saddle, en- I'll
mex out, some ways, ter git muel."
The next morning Glory-Ann inter
viewed Capt. John Lorrimer Fletcher.
She was greatly disappointed to find
this important parsonage in citizens
dress. but otherwise his appearance won
her approval; she decided in an instant
that he was quality" and she did obeis-
ance accordingly.
~ The captain was seated at table in
Mrs. Theodore SCOTS prim little parlor,
writing letter, and he did not relish the
interruption; yet he was sgreeably i'm.
presssd by the stately manner of this old
negroganian in a blue homespun gown
and towering yellow turban.
'.Well." he said, with a sigh of impa-
tience, "what can do for you, my good
maumay'
Asoutherner would have addressed hel
sa.auntie-n ..-.