The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1891-01-23

/ ter Missle-virey en- yo' paw old Gilbert
counseled, as he spread open the UNI
brella, and regarded it proudly.
81 sha'nt be goodr' cried Missy. 81
mean to be just as bad as can be on pur-
pose. I'll worry the life out of 'em all,
till 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 it's charm for
her.
''You hor on ter me wild one ham, en-
de rumberilla with de yuther," the old
man directed. II gwan mex sturrups
outen bot my hans"
He had sat down upon the doorstep
that Missy might the more conveniently
Chamber upon his back.
Here we go!' 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 little
under the exhilaration of this ride.
Daddy" said she, briskly, 81 tell you
what want you to go after Brer Mich
olas."
me? Lawd bless yo' soul, honey!
what 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 q fac'," old Gilbert assented, So
berly; "nur dem Furnivals, nuther. En-
Mawse Nick, he warn't fotch up ter wuk,
praise de Lawd.'
Missy began to cry again.
"Now doan you go fret, honey"
coaxed old Gilbert. 81 gwan do de bes'
l kin, en- bombye Mawse Nick gwan
come home"
These words, spoken with serene as
surance, 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 Glory-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
streamed out, dazzling old Gilbert as he
shambled 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
taking her ease in the chair with the
feather cushion; Tom Quash and Griffin
Jim were playing the devoted to Vic
torine, Miss Flora's maid of airs and
graces; Amity was training a black
puppy, Missy's property, to hold bone
on his nose; Glory-Ann and Daphne were
discussing the ''roomatiz," apropos of old
Uncle Dublin, who was ''patting Juba"
while CLANCY, the housemaid, and Mrs.
Leonard Thorne's coachman danced a
''break down."
"How lively de is, tubbe sho" thought
old Gilbert, with sigh. ''Doan none
10th in the darkness? Glory-Ann!' he
shouted.
"Lawd! wha' dat y calculated old
Uncle Dublin. He ceased patting; the
dancers stood still; jest and laughter
were suddenly at an end.
"You cacklin' idjots!' said old Gilbert.
"Hit's me what called. Glory-Ann" he
shouted again, angrily; ''come tex dis
chile"
Ann was foremost. sGret Kingv' she
exclaimed.
''Dis dc way you look after mawster's
chile!' said old Gilbert, rebukingly.
"Never seed SIGH q chile in all my
bawn days." grumbIed Glory-Ann, as she
lifted Missy into the kitchen.
Aunt Dicey waddled back to her easy
chair. well, well, tubbe sho.' she
said, in a soft, lazy voice, and dropped
upon her feathers. She was a shining
light in the church, and old Gilbert en-
tertained q great respect for her.
"Huh you do, Sis Dicey?" he said, with
fervor.
swell, I'm poly, than Gawd," said
Sis Dicey, cheerfully, and showed all her
white teeth "Come in en- seddown."
"Wish you WE'LL" said old Gilbert, ac-
cepting the three legged stool proffered
him.
While these civilities were passing,
Glory-Ann was scolding Missy.
"Wet ez a drownded rat, you is. What
all you ter be goin' in de rain? Amity!
You go fetch me pair dry stockin, en-
dem ole linen CATERS in de bottom ward
row drawer. If ever see SIGH chile!
What Missle-virey gwan sch ter your"
"What Missle-virey gwan sch ter your
demanded old Gilbert. "Dis de way you
tex care O mawster's chile?"
SIS it you got de raisin' o mawsters
chillun, or is it me?" retorted Glory Ann,
arresting the work of pulling off Missy's
stockings, and setting her arms akimbo.
answer me dat!'
"Hit's me-" replied old Gilbert, mildly.
"You hear dat now, youNniggcrs? You
hear datg' said Glory-Ann, appealing to
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