Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-05-31

was just forgettin' bout Brer Nicholasl
I amt come out here for you to talk to
me bout Brer Nicholas; 1t makes me
all-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 30
sure Of his prophecy himself.
II want him today! want him nowr
sobbed Missy. II do believe it'll be
whole everlastin' year befo' see Brer
Nicholas any mo-; and me with no broth.
er and no sister, 'ceptin' only him."
"Mawster drors dc reins too tight"
murmured old Gilbert, communing with
himself. "Hukkom he kin be 40 hard
on his own flesh en- blood, en- 90 easy
wild dis po' no count ole niggerT'
His mo 'countness" was point much
insisted upon by Daddy Gilbert, who
cherished his slight lameness as q means
of securing him al immunity from any
regular work.
II don't see as you're 30 no count"
Missy objected. "Yo can do mo work
than Tom Quash and Griffin Jim. They
couldn't make round bottomed baskets,
not il they was to try"
The old man chuckled with gratified
vanity.
"And am goin' with you--no matter
II you amt goin' to the branch" she de.
clared.
"No, you doan go long o me, Missy"
said old Gilbert, uneasily. "Hit's too
fur. You jes' tote yo'sef back ter de
gret house,"
"I'm tired of the house," Missy said,
beginning to cry afresh.
snow ain dat a pityw exclaimed old
Gilbert, impatiently. "Tm s'prised at
Glory Ann lettin' you run loose in dish.
yer sun. You jes' go long back, Missy,
en- I'm gwan ketch you Molly cotton
tail, or mebbe a 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-
ceived that it might be possible to steal
off to that dingy little dwelling In the
midst Of the plum thicket, on the other
side of the road, beyond the cornfield,
where she hoped to find Dosia Furnival,
n girl eight years her senior, for whom
she entertained an immense respect. II
mattered nothing to this daughter Of the
blue blooded Thornes that Dosia's father
was carpenter, and that her mother
made dresses for the ladies OF Tallahas-
see; Missy found her altogether admira-
BILE. For Dosia was gentle and patient;
she assumed none Of those airs of superb
ority that rendered Flora Thorne, the
colonel's beautiful niece, SO obnoxious to
her little cousin. Missy had heard, a few
days before, that Dosia was not in Talla.
hassee; it therefore occurred to her that
she might be found with the carpenters
kinsfolk, who inhabited the sorry little
house at the bend of the Thorne 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 of for an
hour or 30, 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-
rection of the road.
But just as she took this turn, old Gil
bert was minded to look back, and he
instantly detected her purpose.
"Hi-yil' he called out, sternly. "Go
back ter de gret house, stret! You got no
call to foller after dem po' white trash!
De Thornes is quality; de ain got no
business wild de Furnivals."
"You mean ole niggerw cried Missy,
stormily.
81 ain gwan see no chile mawster's
'sociatin' wild dem Furnivals," said old
Gilbert, unmoved. "You tote yo'sef stret
back ter de gret house, else gwan tell
Missle-virey, num-"
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 gallery between the
kitchen and the main building.
Glory-Ann was seated in a low, splint
bottomed chair, with a broad, smooth
board across her knees, and a pen-knife
in her right hand; she was making
ready to crimp Miss Elvira's ruffled
aprons that lay folded in basket on the
stool at her side. She paused in he act
of lifting the apron from the basket, and
. looked over her spectacles with an air OF
grave rebuke at the flushed face of the
child coming up the steps.
I'm bound you ain made nothin' by
yo' trip but two shoefuls O sand" she
said, severely.
For answer, Missy sat down on the
floor, threw her bonnet into a corner,
and pulling off her shoes, emptied two
little piles of sand at Glory-Ann's feet.
"You gwan 'pent of all dis trapesin'
In de brilin' sun, one o desc days." Glory
Ann proceeded remorselessly. "De way
you goes on is enough ter set dem freck-
les fur ever N ever"
Missy put up her little sunburned hand
and meditatively rubbed her cheek.
"My cousin Flora has got freckles-
some," she said.
None ter hut" retorted Glory Ann.
"And Dosia Furnival amt got one;
she's prettier than my cousin Flora, any
how" Missy proclaimed, with defiance.
Glory-Ann stopped her work, and
clutching the two ends of the lap board
while she Strengthened herself up, de-
manded:
SIS you been ter dem Furnivals, Missy1
Is you been?"
Daddy Gilbert wouldn't let me-"
Missy pouted.
"Tubbe sho," said Glory-Ann. whats
Thorne gotter do consortin' wild Fur
nival, which de Thornes is quality?'
"Dosie is more nicer than my cousin
Flora" said the unrepentant Missy