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

urtSS. Dut OtueTWl5c iiiS appearance Won
her approval; she decided in an instant
that he was quality" and she did obeis-
ance accordingly.
The captain was seated at a table in
Mrs. Theodore SCOTS prim little parlor,
writing letter, and he did not relish the
interruption; yet he was agreeably i'm
pressed by the stately manner of this old
negro woman in blue homespun gown
and a towering yellow turban.
SWELL" he said, with a sigh of impa-
thence, "what can do for you, my good
mauma?"
A southerner would have addressed hel
as "auntie."
Glory-Ann's eyes twinkled. "Talk lax
nussed him." she commented to herself
"Tse Glory-Ann, subj" she said, with q
second obeisance, "what nussed Mawse
Nick; Mawse Nick what you met up wild
in de wah," she explained anxiously, see.
ing that he gave no sign of comprehension
"Mawse Nicholas Thorne, tubbe shog'
"Ohr' exclaimed Capt. Fletcher, push.
ing away his writing materials. "Who
sent your
OUTLAW, mawster, de ain nobody sont
me: come o my own notion. Unused
all de Thorne chillen; en- Missy, she ain
studyin' nothin' but Mawse Nick"-
Missy" the captain repeated, inquir-
ingly. 1t was a name he had never
heard.
"Dat's Miss Winifred Thorne"-
"Ah, yes; l understand" said John
Fletcher, biting his mustache to hide q
smile. Miss Winifred Thorne was the
young lady who had turned her back
upon him one day, in Mrs. Lorimer's
parlor, and marched out of the room
Mrs. Lorrimer had told him her history
afterwards; and he had promised to be.
friend this defiant young lady's brother,
if ever the opportunity should offer.
And, strange to say, the opportunity
did offer. Nicholas Thorne was wound.
ed and taken prisoner at Nashville; yet
Capt. Fletcher might never have heard
of him, except for an old negro, who
following after, in mortal terror of shot
and shell, and by dint of sheer persist
ency of inquiry, had found his young
master in the hospital, and had insisted
upon being held prisoner with him.
All this the captain told Glory-Ann.
EN- wuz dat old niger roun' faced,
GRIMM ole niger, wild big teeth, en- his
name was Gilbert, en- he walked hippity
hop?' she asked, breathlessly.
81 believe Gilbert was his name," the
captain admitted.
Ode amazin' powers! Ole man Gilbert,
tubbe sho! What q greet pity ole man
Dublin is dead en- GAVIN, dat he can't
hear de news! Ain Missy gwan be
sprised"
Hardly" said Capt. Fletcher, smiling.
"She told Mrs. Lorrimer that she herself
sent him to her brother"
Glory-Ann opened wide her eyes and
drew long breath. This was the most
astounding news of all. dat Missy
she said, lis jes' ez heady ez de res O de
Thornes. One O desc days 1 do 'spect
she gwan TEX notion ter go beginst
mawster; en- den what? En- what bout
Mawse Nicholas, eff you please, suh?'
There was little more to tell. Through
| Capt. Fletcher's eXertions Nicholas had
been promptly exchanged, and the cap
tain had never heard from him since.
Unfortunately Capt. Fletcher could not
recall the name of the little place in Mis-
sissippi where Nicholas home then was
and where his wife and child were liv.
| ing; he had made no memorandum of it
and the letter he wrote Mrs. Lorrimer at
the time had never reached her.
"Tm pow'ful 'bleeged ter you, maws.
ter" said Glory-Ann, with profound
courtesy. 81 dunno what my po' little
Missy is gwan do bout hit all, but j
know hit gwan give de chile some sort o
comfort"
That evening John Fletcher said to his
friend, Mrs. Theodore Scott:
"You have betrayed me; happened
to tell you of my having met Nichola:
Thorne before / knew that his father
would refuse to receive me, and now the
story has gone abroad"
"It was too good to keep was all the
satisfaction Mrs. Scott gave him.
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders
saying:
"That unbending old southerner will
imagine that am trying to force his rec.
ignition"
"You can decline in your turn" his
friend suggested.
81 shall never have the chance" John
Fletcher said; "but after all, what does
it natter"