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

GLORY AIMS eyes twinkled. - Talk LAX
I nussed him." she commented to herself.
"I'sc Glory Ann. suh," she said, with .
second obeisance, what nussed Mawse
Nick; Mawse Nick what you met up wild
in de wab," she explained nnxiously, see
ing that he gave no sign OF comprehension.
"Mawse Nicholas Thornc, tubbe shoi''
"Oh" exclaimed Capt. Fletcher, push
ing nway his writing materials. "Who
sent your
"Dullaw, mawster, dc ain nobody sont
me: come o. my own notion. Unused
all dc Thorne chillen; en- Missy, she ain
studyin' nothin' but Mawsc Nick
"Missyy the captain repeated, inquir-
ingly. Il was a name he had never
heard.
"Dat's Miss winiffcd Thorne"-----
"Ah, yes; I understand" said John
Fletcher, biting his mustache 10 hide
smile. Miss winifred Thorne was the
young lady who had turned her back
upon him one day, in Mrs. Lorimer's
parlor. and marched out Of the room.
Mrs. Lorrimef had told him her history
afterward and he had promised TO be.
friend this defiant young lady's brother,
IL ever the opportunity should offer.
And, strange TO say, the opportunity
did offer. Nicholas Thorne was wound.
ed and taken prisoner at Nashville; yet
Capt. Fletcher might never have heard
of him, except for an old negro, who.
following after, in mortal terror of shot
and shell, and by dint Of sheer persist
ency Of inquiry, had found his young
master In the hospital, and had insisted
upon being held prisoner with him.
All this the captain told Glory Ann.
EN- wuz dat old niger roun' faced,
GRIMM ole pigger, wild big teeth, en- his
name was Gilbert, en- he walked hippity
hopf" she asked, breathlessly.
81 believe Gilbert was his name," the
captain admitted.
"Dc amazin' powers! Ole man Gilbert,
tubbc shot What gret pity ole man
Dublin is dead en- GAVIN, dat he can't
hear de news! Ain Missy gwan be
s'prisedr'
Hardly" said Capt. Fletcher, smiling
"She told Mrs. Lorrimer that she herself
sent him to her brother
Glory-Ann opened wide her eyes and
drew n long breath. This was the most
HripuuutNk btNN VI ADdt
che said, "is jes' ez heady ez de res o. de
Thornes. One o desc days do 'spect
she gwan TEX a notion ter go beginst
mawstcr; en- den what2 En- what bout
Mawse Nicholas, ef you please, suh?'
There was little more 10 tell. Through
Capt Flotcher's excrtions Nicholas had
been promptly exchanged, and the cap
tain had never heard from him since.
Unfortunately Capt. Fletcher could not
recall the name of the little place in Mis-
sissippi where Nicholas home then was,
and where his wife and child were liv-
ing; he had made no memorandum Of IL,
and the letter he wrote Mrs. Lorrimer at
the time had never reached her.
I'm pow'ful 'blecgcd ter you, maws-
ter" said Glory Ann, with profound
courtesy. II dunno what my po' little
Missy is gwan do bout hit all, but
know hit gwan give de chile some sort o
comfort"
That evening John Fletcher said to his
friend, Mrs. Theodore Scott:
"You have betrayed me; ! happened
Ito tell You of my having met Nicholas
IThorne before ! knew that his father
Iwould refuse TO receive me, and now the
Istory has gone abroad"
at was too good to keep" was all the
Satisfaction Mrs. Scott gave him.
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders,
Ssaying:
"That unbcndng old southerner will
'imagine that / am trying to force his rec
ognition."
"You can decline in your turn his
friend suggested
IL shall never have the chance" John
Fletcher said: "but after all, what does
il natter