The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-04-27
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LITTLE MISSY.

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"R'oise de kingdont!" GIory-Ann gacu-
lated.
Miss Thorne, or, more Familiarity, Miss
Elvira, a gentle, faded beauty, attired
according to the height of the style in
the year of grace eighteen hundred and
fifty-seven, was going, this warm May
morning, ''up to town." as they said on
the plantations around Tallahassee in
the days before the war; and the entire
domestic retinue of Thorne Hill were as
sembled to speed her departure. Her
brother, the colonel, had preceded her
on horseback, for he was man of too
many inches to endure a carriage in p
drive of nine long miles. 1t may have
been because of these extra inches that
he was called colonel, but his world ac-
znowledged the title without inquiry.
The coloners only daughter, Miss Win
a morherless lass of eleven, was
ed this day to be left at home in
Of Glory-Ann, the old family
whose name Miss Winifred had
-rmed into "Mom Bee"
that Winifred does rot run in the
Hiss Elvira said, as she sank back
the cushions and opened little
orn volume Of Bishop Ken's DE
70 \ =" Miss Elvira spent her day, for
the most part, reading this good book;
she had formed the habit when she gave
up Sir Walter Scott novels, nobody knew
how long ago-or nobody told. 1t was a
practice that enabled her TO forget little
Miss Winifred, who was young lady of
exasperating devices.
"Wouldn' s'prise me eff Missy WIZ in
dishyer sun now dis minute" grumbled
G.OryAnn as the carriage rolled away.
E'Yit she mought be poutin' somewhere
bout de house, she amended, as she be-
gan laboriously to climb the stairs.
The house at Thorne Hill had third
st0ry-under the roof, lighted by win
dow ii each gable, and deep. high peaked
dormers back and front. The stair land
ing divided this story into two long
rooms, which were used chiefly for stor-
ing odds and ends. In the cool north
room was Winifreds chosen den, and
here. in an old discarded arm chair be-
side the gable window, Glory-Ann found
her.
A wild looking child she was, very
small for her II years, with scant promise
of beauty, She had large eyes of a dark,
unceTtaiE color, mouth for which her
teeth seemed too many, and an insig-
nifictnl nose. StreaGs OF Sunburnt
yellow married the beauty of her curling
and abundant reddish brown hair: more
over her. face was frcckled. She wore
"A faded green gingham dress, which
marked her growth by two bands of
deeper coler in the skirt, where the provi-
dent tucks had been let out. Her arms
and shoulders were bare, but pantalettes
of piece with her dress lung nearly to
her ankles. and obscured her white stock
ings. Her shoes. every way too large
laced up the front.
Praise de kingdom~ Glory-Ann
calculated pausinr il the doorway, her
arms asimbo. You d., Honey"
Go way! Lemme lone" was uoney's
response.
But Gl2ry-Ann su'sided to the floor
beside the arm chair, s.owlr aud with a
81 IN. and there she crouched. her bands
claspiug her knees. she Iorcsaw that
the exhortation to duty she felt bound to
deliver would occupy portion of time
distinctly appreciaole by her st-S and
elderly joints. "Whyn't you mind yo'
book. missy" she BEEN.
I'm tired of TINS old plantation"
Missy declared, irrelevantly. "Iwant to
90 ever an ever so far away" This was
the burden of the Young Lly's lament
whenever her aunt went up 20 town with
out her.
You'd be tux wild mighty honin' ter
git back. said G,1ry-Aaa. You ter
talk bout Qua. Jin' here. when YOU can't
30 much us orr-s yo'aef, she concluded,
half in pity. half in repCoachful pride.
Il cant retor.ed Missy, Indignantly,
as she tugge,i at the s,rInsy and made
ouate blue riubon that was supposed TO
keep in suhjeclion her re6eIlious hair.
Den hukkom you don't uuver do it,
demanded G!ory-Ann, with sly humor.
To this thrust Missy made no reply,
and the old nurse began anew to exhort
her to mind her book" DO, now,
!, Missy, lax a good chile, jes' as Missile
virey said: IAN I'm gwan mex de incest
little ginger pone, tubbe sho!
Tempted by this prospect, Missy slowly
rose. and clasping her small sun Drowned
hands on the top of her head. stood con-
templating. with lazy indifference, her
old nurses struggling achievement OF
the perpendicular. When at last Nom
Bee. with a grunt of thanksgiving, stood
mon her feet. Missy's eyes hsd found an
attraction in the Home Field, beyond
the garden fence. where the corn in she
burrows was making a promising show
Of Green. In an instant her languor and
indifference vanished.
..Norp Bee! Nom Rsei" she cried ex-
,.;1edIy. THERE'S Daddy Gilbert in the
Home Field; you reckon he's goin' to
the branch!
"Jes' lis'n at dat, now!7 said Glory
Ann. in a discouraged tone. "Why ain
YOU nnindin' yo' book, ssidder studyin
dat ole nigger's doin'sr
"Fm a goin' with himl" Missy an
nounced. as she rushed from the room,
and went tearing downstairs deaf 10 all