The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1891-03-20

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in spite of her fathers opposition, to see
| Capt. Fletcher. The first time, there
| fore, that she went to town to spend the
day with her cousins she begged to have
| the carriage wait when she and Miss FL
vira alighted at Mrs. Herry's door.
81 should think you had had riding
enough after nine miles," said Miss FL
vira; "but you young people are never
| tired"
Winifred did not explain, but as soon
as she had seen her aunt comfortably
settled in Cousin Myrtilla's room she
bravely announced to Lottie and Bess
that she was going TO drive to Mrs. Theo-
dore SCOTS.
''To meet that. Yankee officer!" cried
| Lottie and Bess, Indignantly.
"Yes," said Miss Winifred.
sob, Missy! Missyw lamented Lottie.
| "We shouldn't have thought it of you
| Southern born!"
''For my part" cried Bess, 81 would
rather never hear of my brother"
81 haven't asked you to go with me,
| Winifred retorted, in an angry tone, but
| checked herself, and added, with a sigh,
"We'd better not discuss this question,
| Bess."
''Did your father give you leave?" ask
| ed Lottie, excitedly. "For if he dip
81 haven't asked him. Don't say any
more; can't help it; 1 don't want to
think whether am right or wrong. Let
me GOT
She broke away and fastened out. AT
the gate she met Nom Bee.
"Whicherway you gwan, honey?"
asked the old nurse, suspiciously. "De
sont mo word you wuz ter be spendin'
do day, en- l come stretways ter git a
glimpse at you. 1 lows ter spen' de
day, myself. eff Miss Myrtilla amt OBJ
| jectin', en- 1 know she amt. Lemme
tell you, chile; amt got speech O. dat
| Fed raj gemman yit"-
"Never mind" Missy interrupted, i'm
patiently. "Let me gor'
| "You ain gwan after him, Missy, now
sho'ly you ain't!''
81 surely ami" Missy declared.
''Den kin tell you hit amt no use, "
said Glory-Ann, planting herself solidly
in the way. "Miz Theodo' Scott is done
got him inter two-hawse buggy, en-
TUX him down ter st. Marks. Fac"
"How do you know" cried Missy, inn
patiently.
"How do know? Ain de bespoke de
buggy long O. Tom Quash, who is quit
de hotel en- jined de livery stables?
Now, honey, jes' you go back ter yo'
cousins en- bejoy yo'self, en- wait on sue
L eff, ~ ,In
l gwan manage"
Missy sighed and submitted. She sent
the carriage away and returned to the
parlor, where Lottie and Bess were still
holding an indignation meeting. Nom
Bee followed hard behind, but stopped
upon the threshold.
sob, Winifred, we're so glad you've
changed your mindr' cried Lottie, as
Winifred sat down, signing.
"Pve not changed my mind" Winifred
returned; "but Nom Bee says they've
gone to st. Marks. Today of all days."
At this Bess looked up inquiringly, but
Nom Bees vigorous pantomime imposed
silence; and Missy, who had turned away,
was none the wiser.
Late that afternoon, when Miss Elvira
and Missy had departed, the diplomatic
Nom Bee sought a private audience of
Mrs. Henry.
''Hit's about Missy, Miss Myrtilla," she
said, anxiously, "'cause dat chile ain
got no mo- gumption den a baby. Hit
runs in de Thorne family ter be heady,
en- Missy is heady. Missle-virey, wild
her eyes sot on de prah book, she ain
never gwan onerstan' Missy; en- maws-
ter, he don't onerstan', nuther; leastwise,
Missy gotter be policized."
"What in the world is the mat
teri" Mrs. Henry asked, bewildered and
alarmed.
miss Myrtilla, l is most 'shamed ter
tell you. Missy done begged ter run after
dat Fedral gemman ter Miz Theodo'
Scott, 'cawse dis ole fool nigger had ter
go let on dat de wuz a talk lie had met
up wild Mawse Nick in de wah. Lawd!
Miss Myrtilla, cotch dat chile on de
track of dat fed'ral gemman dis blessed
mawnin'! He's proper gemman, may
be; but mawster ain gwan know nothin
bout him, 'en Missy got no business fol
lowin' him up, jes' ter git a word bout
Mawse Nick"
Certainly not" said Mrs. Henry. "She
must not"
II know better den tell her she musn', v
said the sagacious Glory-Ann. 81 wu'
'bleeged ter tell dat bumptious chile wha
Miz Theodo' Scott en- dat fed'ral wuz
outen town. Butt can't keep on tellin
SIGH lies ter save her manners. She ain
gwan bullieve me bonn bye. You en- me
is gotter look after Missy, Miss Myrtilla
Now I'm gwan see dat fed'ral gemman
come ter-morrer. Hit ain no use ter az
mawster ter put his wah fcelins en- hi
politics in his pocket; he ain gwan do
hit. Hits me what gwan fin out 'bou
Mawse Nick; en- den I'm gwan back tel
de plantation, ef totes myself, ter tel
Missy, fur de peace o. her min. DE-
ain much use in freedom ez l kin see
eff a ole niger lax me ain free ter use
her Judgment. En-, eff you please, Mis-
Myrtilla, len me yo' side saddle, en- III
mex cut, some ways, ter git muel"