The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-05-04

or to the dire news Missy had brought,
he did not know. He began to sing a
hymn for comfort.
81 don't want you to singi" howled
Missy. eff you was just a wicked old
man, I'd like you to-cuss"
"Look a-herep' exclaimed old Gilbert,
in a fright. ''De sperrit of de Thornes is
strong in desc chillen, tubbe sho! De
Lawd alter yo' min, chile"
Missy sobbed. She was sorry for what
she had said, but she was not going to
confess it.
EN- you is fairly drippin' wild de rain.
Won'er whey is Glory-Ann Diet she let
you git loose, dishver way"
He rose stiffly from his block, and I'M
locking rude cupboard in the corner,
he took out his cherished umbrella. Il
gwan tote dis chile home" he said. II
gwan shame Glory-Ann outen her shoes.
She a settin' up in white folkSes' kitchen,
jaw, jaw, jawin, en- she doan no mo-
know whey dis chile is den de way ter
Jericho"
Missy's tears having spent their force,
she sat up and wiped ner eyes. Il amt
nothin but just little girl" said she
mournfully.
''Dasso, honey; en- you mus min ter
be a good little gal SOS ter be a comfort
ter Missle-virey en- yo' paw" old Gilbert
counseled, as he spread open the UNI
brella, and regarded it proudly.
Il sha'n't be good!' cried Missy. 81
mean to be just as bad as can be on pur-
pose. III worry the life out of 'em all,
till l get Brer Nicholas back"
dat amt no way fur you ter talk"
said old Gilbert, with authority. "You
climb onter my back; l gwan tote you
home"
Missy prepared to obey, nothing 10th.
She felt weak and tired, and ride upon
old Gilbert's back still had its charm for
her.
You hor on ter me wild one han, en-
de rumberilla with de yuther," the old
man directed. Il gwan mex sturrups
outen bof my hans"
He had sat down upon the doorstep
that Missy might the more conveniently
upon his back.
Here we GOT he exclaimed, cheerily,
as he rose, staggering little under her
weight and it was at no rapid gait that
he made his way in the dark, splashing
through the puddles in the lane.
Missy felt her heart Tighten a little
under the exhilaration of this ride.
Daddy" said she, briskly, Il tell you
want you to go after Brer Mich
olas."
Me? Lawd bless yo' soul, honey!
what a po', no count ole niger gwan
to do with bumptious young gemman
lax Mawse Nick"
"You can't do nothin' with him, but
you can do something for him" said the
practical child. He amt got no mig
gers"
Oats fac, old Gilbert assented, So
oerly; 'nur dem Furnivals, nuther. En-
Atawse Nick, he warn't fotch up ter wuk,
praise de Lawd"
Missy began to cry again.
Now doan you go fret, honey"
Gilbert. Il gwan do de bes'
[ kin, en- bombye Mawse Nick gwan
come home"
These words, spoken with serene as
comforted Missy; she laughed
when she saw the light in the kitchen
door. They'll be 'stonished when they
see me ridin' in the rain on such horse
as you" she said, with glee.
'"De will dat" old Gilbert declared.
with satisfaction. He had set his heart
on astonishing GIory-Ann.
The kitchen was at the end of the long,
half enclosed gallery extending from the
back piazza. The door stood wide open,
and the light blazing in the hearth
,treamed out, dazzling old Gilbert as he
3hambled along, half spent. missy,
you is growed, tubbe sho, sence de las
time toted you" he painted.
Within the kitchen was confusion of
tongues mingled with loud laughter.
Supper was over: Dicey, the cook. was
aking her ease in the chair with the
Gather cushion; Tom Quash and Griffin |
Jim were playing the devoted to Vic
orine, Miss Flora's maid Of airs and |
traces; Amity was training a black /
puppy, BIissy's property, to hold bone |
IN his nose; GlorytAnn and Daphne were |
discussing the ''roomatiz, apropos of old !
Jncle Dublin, who was ''patting Juba"
ghile CLANCY, che housemaid, and Mrs.
leonard ThOrne's coachman danced a /
break down.
"How lively de is, tubbe shor' thought !
I'D Gilbert. with a sigh. "DOan mono !
IN 'em know how Mawse Nick is rid /
9th in the darkness? Glory-Ann! he
shouted.
.'Lawd! wha' dat = calculated old .
Uncle Dublin. He ceased patting; the |
lancers stood still; jest and laughter (
we're suddenly at an end.
You cacklin' idiots said old Gilbert.
Hits me what called. Glory-Ann!7 he /
houted again, angrily; come tex dis
lille"
There was a rush 10 the door; Glory
Ann was foremost. "Gret Kingw she
Exclaimed.
Dis de way you look after mawster's
'hile.' said old Gilbert, rebukingIy.
Never seed sich a chile in all my
Dawn days, " grum6led Glory-Ann, as she
fitted Missy into the kitchen.
Aunt Dicey waddled back 20 her easy
hair. We'll, well, tubbe sho!" she
aid in a soft. lazy voice, and dropped
Ipon her feathers. She was a shining
light in the church. and old Gilbert en-
a great respect for her.
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