Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-06-14

1t was Miss Elviras wish that Gilbert
should depart on his mission without the
knowledge of the rest of the world at
Thorne Hill; therefore she herself took
him his pass i'm the dark of the even
ing, stealing out of the house with a
heavyacovered basket, under the weight
Of which she could hardly stagger.
''Tve brought you your pass, Gilbert"
she painted; "and some provisions. You
are to return tomorrow and bring word,
you know. Be sure you put some pro-
vender in the cart for the OK" That one
of the Thorne Hill oxen should be fed
from the Furnival'corn crib was ignom-
my not to be endured.
II gwan do datv old Gilbert assured
her. He held the same views that Miss
Elvira held in regard to the feeding of
the Thorne Hill oxen; and furthermore,
he thought, "Is gwan resk old Brandy
on mouldy nubbins?'
"And, Gilbert" said Miss Elvira, CON-
ing back after she had started away, as
II what she had to say was an after
thought and not deliberately premedi-
tated design. ''if Nicholas should take a
fancy to-anything in the basket, you
needn't bring back the jars"
"Yes, ma'am," said old Gilbert, with
stolid gravity; but he doubled over with
a smothered chuckle when Miss Elvira
was gone. sis she clean plum furgot
Mawse Nick is bawn Thorne? He amt
gwan fetch dat basket; but gwan haul
it jes' de same"
Now Missy hidden in the clump of
pa1v Chrfot, hot tal tho
Of old Gilbert's garden, had heard the
whole of the conference between these
two. When it was concluded she crept
out and hurried to the house, over the
garden fence, fired with the wild resolve
to run away with old Gilbert and join
her brother. She made up small bum
die of her clothing and hid it under the
wardrobe, and when she went down to
tea she secreted biscuit by way of pro-
vision for her breakfast. Her next idea
was to lie awake all night in order to rise
with the dawn on the morrow, to which
end she insisted upon hearing Glory
AIMS whole repertoire of geological leg
ends; but in spite of this, Missy slept the
sleep of a tired child. When she awoke
the glimmer of the dawn was in the east
and Glory Ann was snoring on her pal
let.
Missy sprang up. She had to dress
herself, which she never yet had done.
II was an arduous undertaking, but at
last it was accomplished. Her shoes and
stockings she took in her hands, with her
little bundle, and stole softly and swiftly
down stairs. AS she could not unlock
the hall deor, she climbed out of one Of
the dining room windows, and ran down
the lane to old Gilbert's cabin. Alack!
1t was shut fast, and the OK cart was not
under the shed.
When Missy comprehended that old
Gilbert was gone, she threw herself on
the ground with scream OF rage and
disappointment; but presently she re-
fected that if this attempt at flight
should be discovered, every possible
means would be taken to prevent her
putting her intention into execution on
any future occasion that might offer;
perhaps even she might be locked up and
fed on bread and water, like little girl
in story she had read; and however de-
cided Missy might be as to dying of star
vation, she had no mind to live on bread
and water; SO she made haste back to the
house, and was lucky to get in unseen.
Glory Ann was still snoring, and Missy
stuffed her bundle under the wardrobe
again, tore off her clothes, and curled
herself up in bed.
1t was mystery Nom Bee was never
able TO explain how Missy's clothes came
TO be scattered all over the room; but she
had her suspicious, when, few hours
later, she discovered the bundle under
the wardrobe.
"Who in de Ian put dis hereT' she in
quired.
"Me," said Missy.
what fur, I'd lax ter know"
cause And no coaxing could make
Missy say further.
Meanwhile old Gilbert pursued his
journey sadly. Once in the silent woods
he essayed to sing for his comforts:
Zion Zion is my home
I'm trav'lin' de hebenly road;
but he ended with a sigh, and drove on
mute.
Toward sundown Miss Roxanna White,
sitting on the top step of the porch. and
enjoying her evening "dip" in solitude
espied the OK cart coming along the road
In that primitive and secluded hamlet
the passage of an OK cart was an excit
ing event. Miss White watched it with
an interest that was almost breathless
It seemed too good to be true that thii
cart, with the strong, black OK and the
very respectable old negro driver, wa
actually going to stop before the houss
where, for the time being, she had he
abiding place.
Whose ole nigger are your she de
manded, in shrill excitement, as Gilber
dismounted.
~ is Gilbert, ma'am; Kernel Thornei
man Gilbert, fun over in Leon" he re
sponded, removing his hat and bowint
low.
SIN the name o peace an plenty!" ex
claimed Roxanna, rising to the full ex
tent OF her numerous inches, and peer
ing at the cart from the height of the to
step. Brought Nick Thorne's trunk
ehY'
"Yes. mjstis."