The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-06-08

| she still carried her mead nigh, and the
| fire in her eyes was not quenched.
! Plainly, in spite of time, here was the
same Roxanna, unterTifed and uncom-
! promising. When Missy would fain
| have found a likeness to her brother in
the little boy, Hes the Dawn image of
his grandfather, Job FurniYal." Roxanna
! declared, grimly.
But this declaration. made for the col
onels discontinue, failed of its effect, so
| far, at least, as he was concerned, for he
had taken himself away.
1t was soon manifest, however, that
Col. Thorne was not vulnerable to Rox-
Annals thrusts; he had the air Of looking
| over and beyond her into space, and to a
certain extent he ignored her. Not that
he held her devotion to Nicholas cheap.
He had desired, indeed, to make some
substantial ackI owledgment of her SER
vices TO his son. but when he spoke of
this, in private interview, not long
after Nicholas return, Roxanna took fire.
"Pay me?' she shrieked. SIS that yo'
meanin'? Yen can't pay me! The war
amt cleaned you out entire, Col. Thorne,
but you can't never give 20 son an yo'
grandson MON what I've give 'em. They
an Dosia together have had the heart
outen my body; what kin pay ME fur
that but theyselve5? IsPoke my mind
once pretty free, Col. Thorne, which hit
done me good; an I'm bOun' ter speak
hit free some mo-. Don't you go ter be-
leve hit was all Nick's grit what hilt
him back from you so long; he amt
never got yo' letters, cause I KEEP 'em
from himw
"Womanr' exclaimed the colonel,
choking with Indignation.
Eyes, I'm a woman" returned Rox-
anna, with composure. THAT'S how
come my heart ached an burned fur
Nick an Dosia when you flung 'em OFF.
1 TUX 'em fur mine, n I'm got grip on
'em what can't be shook a-loose. Wha1
they go, thar go; whar they stay, thar
l stay,
BAT, Lor' Almighty bless yo' soul.
Col. Thorne, amt 'lyin' up 10 grudge
begiast you long o. hats past an gone.
I've toted my load long o Nick Thorne,
an mex no doubt you've toted yourn.
Accounts is squared now; you let 'em
stay squared. Hits po' business ter BE-
openin' new trade with trouble; 1 amt
no objections ter be stayin' here long O
you all, fur don't g" no idle bread no
whar. An bein' you're bawn gentle
man, you got no occasion, as kin see,
ter set me a-drift-(bein' how amt yo
son." she added mentality.
The colonel had no desire to set Rox-
anna adrift; he acc isced in her pres
ence with dignity, il not with cordially;
and, happily, she did not prove so I'M
an element in the household
as had been feqre ]. Hiss Elvir&, III elz-
planning the situation to the friends of
the family. was accus- omed to say, with
neat little AIR OF COMMUNICATION, that
Roxanna White "knew her place." but
Roxanna stated the case somewhat diff
q amt claimin' ter belong ter the
Thorne family" she said; "all ask EN-
is. gimme space ter myself, an lemme
have the raisin' O that chile, an I'm sat
isfed."
''An' what manners is she fifteen ter
teach Mawse Nick's boy?' Glory-Ann de-
mauded, in dudgeon. ''Po' white trash! /
Lawd, how times is changed"
"She alters wuks ter do right" said
old Gilbert, charitablv.
Dat amt gwan T der her quality, is
hit?' retorted Glory-Ann.
'No, hit amt" old Gilbert admitted.
''But lack o bein quality amt gwan
bender her finn gittin' ter hebben, ez
kin see"
Hits dis yeth what I'm discussin',"
said Glory Ann, with supreme disdain.