The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-10-15

"Thts % not my ghost, ddrttn0."
When she returned to consciousness she
was lying in her own bed with Maum
Betsey's black face bending andously
over her
"Dar you is, honey" she said, with q
great sigh Of relief. BLESS my life. but
thought dem eyes nuver was gwine ter
open. and yer mas jes gone plum
stracted bout yer She stepped to her
room for some mo arnica, and honey
Maum Betsey raised her finger warning
ly-"don't yer tell her how you come ter
be heah."
The caution was given not q moment
too soon, for just then the door opened
softly and Mrs Helen came hurriedly
in Not that Glen could have divulged
something Of which she herself was to-
tally ignorant. but the old habit Of shield.
ing her mother from all anxiety. which
she had shared In common with Maum
Betsey ever since she was a girl in short
dresses, asserted itself now When her
mothers pale face bent over her she was
able to look up brightly and reassure her
at 10 nothing, mother; only the slight
est sort Of q sprain; you see, was walk.
ing so rapidly-but | am perfectly well
now. l-T-becoming vaguely con.
fused-"dont quite remember how
came here, but Maum Betsey found me
and put me to bed, 90 as not to alarm
you any sooner than was necessary"
"And your brother, my poor childr
"Ohl he got Of nicely he was in
good spirits, and says re shall hear from
him in q few days at farthest. But
mother, must send you to bed. You
look as tired as am, 90 good night
But when the door closed gently after
her mother Glen raised herself on one
arm and looked Maum Betsey eagerly In
the face.
NANNY" she said. 'how did | get
here?"
"Why. bless yo' life, chile, do capen
brung you. You didn't think meracle
done happen ter my old jints, SOS could
fotch you, did your LAwdi when he
coined roun ter de kitchin do, and called
me. sOrter soft like, wild you in his arms,
des es limp es q dishrag. you could q
Knocked me down wild q fedder. But he
mighty quick 'splained 1t, and den l seed
de coas' waa clar. case old Miss was
Singin Missy to sleep in her room, 90 we
crope in an up de staircase, an he laid
you down jes as easy a. ef you'd ben q
baby But LawdI amt gwine ter give
dat Nelse tas' O. my strop in de mawn-
IN"
"Did Captain Campbell tell you about
Nelse"
"Cose be did. he brung him roun
ter me by de shoulder. 1 hain't teched
dis young rascal, he said; but be
deserves as sound q thrashin' a. you can
in 1t in 20 heart to Civ him. and den
he tored Of lax mad down dat short cut
TO b woods"
There was q long pause, and then tho
girl broke the silence with q sobbing,
pitiful cry; "Oh, nanny, mammyl
am 50 tired. Can't you sing me to sleep
like you used tor
"'Deed | will, hohey, deed will
You's all wulRked up, knows you L.
Nuver min, nuver mini"
Maum Betsey patted the girls hand
gently, rocking her own body 10 and fro
as II she. held in her arms the baby she
had nursed % many years ago. and
Glen nesting in her pillows was soothed
BY the senseless lullaby crooned in the
quavering old voice.
Baa. baa black sheep.
WhaF you lef 20 la-a-mi-
Way down yander In dc valley.
She was reused in the morning by the
trampling Of horses, the jingle Of spurs
and bugle call on the lawn below.
Maum Betsey, who had kept faithful
watch all night BY the girls bedside,
reused at her startled cry. "It's de go
jsrs, honey" she said drowsily. II clar,
| furgot dat Mars Capen' done cha'hged
me to tell you dat he done got his orders,
and had 10 march de fust ting dis maWn-