The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1891-03-13

Whuiiicu, you ouiciy hCsci ofu uO
that?" cried Miss Elvira, aghast. "Your
fathers gifts!"
~ did more than that" Winifred re-
turned, with a proud, sad smile. II
tried to so to him myself"
al trust you have grown wiser, child"
said Miss Elvira, primly. "One rarely
meets any return for such sacrifices"
"Oh, aunt Elvira? Don't you know
that love pays itself in loving? If / did
wrong to try to run away, l bear my
punishment-a life long punishment;
but l can't, 1 can't be sorry for the effort
l made to find my brother"
''This is rebellious." said Miss Elvira,
reaching out her slim hand for Bishop
Ken. as for o talisman. ''You ought TO
resign yourself to his loss"
''lf he were dead, yes" said Winifred:
''but until l know that he Is dead"-she
falteyed, with blanching lips-''Oh, aunt
ElviFa, did you never know the might
of a love that is Stronger than lie,
stronger than death? 1t seems to me
tilat my brother must live until see
him again, or he must send us a message,
even from the grave"
"Winifred, you shock met" said Miss
Elvira; and Immediately she took refuge
in Disfrop Ken, holding the little worn
book close to her eyes as VAS her habit,
and pretending to read, while she glanced
furtively over its topaz her irrepressible
niece. '"Winifred." sighed she to her
self. lis going to be'no easier to manage
,Nnu, tlo,, xx-hnn obn Vuuo a child "
A few days lat2r CSory-Ann visited
Thorne Hill in great state. She arrived
in "a hack, the recently acquired prop
erty of Griffin Jimy who expected to
make a fortune out of the travelling
pul lie.
Nom Bee had grown older, and she
looaed more stately than ever in her
Sunday attire of black alpaca; but she
forgot her age and her dignity, and took
her nursing OF her lap. and shed tears
over her.
"My po' little honey been gone alldese
years, en- l amt seed her no mo- ontel
she wuz plum growed up? You ain fur
got yo' ole nanny, is'you, honeyT'
"No; I've forgotten nothing" Wini-
fred declared, between tears and laugh
ter. "You know how you used TO tell
me that L should hone after this old
plantations; and it all came true. /
dreamed about the blackberry patch, and
the spring, and the scuppernong arbor;
and nothing ever tasted half so good as
your corn dodgers and buttermilk."
OUTLAW chile, don't talk!'
'And you said once that / should never
dance" the girl reminded her, with a sad
little smile.
Don't lay that up beginst me, Miss
Winifred, nov DON'T" Glory-Ann en-
treated. Fac is, honey, desc ain no
times ter be dancin', wild your paw
agittin' gray in trouble, en- Mawse Aleck
Gage done got hisse'f killed in de wah,
en- Mawse Nick ain nuver heerd fun
"What has become of the Furnivals,
Nom Bee?' Missy interrupted, suddenly.
"Gawn, honey, all on 'em!" said Glory
Ann, with solemnity. "De Lawd is done
wiped EN- clean often de face o de yeth.
Miz Furnival, she done dadc, natchul
lax, but de res on 'em wuz men folks, en-
de persisted in de wah."
"Doh't tell me any more about the
war" cried Missy, turning pale. IL had
hoped-they might know something of
Brer Nicholas. Oh, Nom Beet Nom Beef
what has become of my brotherg"
"Honey, don't you tote sorrer long
o. what is pas en- GAVIN counseled
Nom Bee.
"Oh, it isn't that" cried Missy, pas
sionately. cit is the rage of helplessness.
When 1 was a child l used to think all
knowledge and power came with grown
up years; but now I am a child no
longer, and l do not know what to do to
have my wish. I can't forget him! 1
must hear from him! i must! 1 musti
God is good, and surely some day God
will give my brother back to his home!"
"Hush now, honey, en- I gwan tell
you somethin'," said Glory-Ann, lower
ing her voice mysteriously. Glory-Ann
had come to Thorne Hill quite as much
for the purpose Of telling this ''some-
thing" as to welcome Missy. "Dey is a
stranger in Tallahassee frum dc Big
North-I done furgit his name; en- l ain
seed him, not ter git speech wild him,
mun--but 1 lows ter some day bom-bye,
cause l hear tell he is met up wild Mawse
Nicholas somewhere in de wah."
"Ob, whereY: cried Missy, dropping
her crutch and clasping Glory-Ann's
arm. "Why didn't you follow him2
Whyy"-
Snow, lis'n at dat chile! Alters so
headyr' said Glory-Ann with injured
dignity. Use ole oman, Missy; you
furgits dat. How 1 gwan to foller a linn
Der young gemman? Is l gwan holler at
him on de streets, lax / done lef' my
Manners
"Oh, go back to town and find him,
and tell him, for the love of heaven, to
come to mer' Missy implored.
Glory-Ann drew herself up maiesti-
cally. Use s'prised at you, Missy, 1 is
dat" said she, severely. sis dem de
manner dee larn't you at the big north?
You a bawn lady sendin' ter a gemman
ter come ter see you? Don't you go ter
sem him no word ter come"
st isn't as if 1 were like other girls"
said Missy, reddening, as she stopped to
pick up her crutch. ''This makes a diff
ference"