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

pam.
81 don't want to Dance" said Missy,
beginning to cry.
While Glory-Ann was demonstrating
against this Amity came flying back; she
had a pair of stockings in one hand and
the linen CATERS i'm the other; her eyes
were round with fright; her face wore
that peculiar ashen hue that stands for
pallor in the negro race.
"Mawster is dat mad, for show she an
nounced in thrilling whisper, with up
lifted right hand.
"Is you toll him bout Missy gittin' in
the rain, you fool nigger?" demanded
Glory-Ann, rising up, rigid with wrath.
"'Clar' ter Gracious, amt toll moth
int" Amity protested, putting up her
arms and ducking her head, in antici-
patton of another box on the ear.
"It's about Brer--Brer Nicholas, -
sobbed Missy.
Sur sho!' asseverated Amity, drop
ping her arms. "Missle-virey is a moan
in en- a-wringin' her hans, en- Miss
Pauline, she's a-squeechin', en- sayin'
she amt nuver gwan git over hit, en-
Miss Flo's a-cryin' too, en- mawster is jes'
a-stompin' roun' Mawse Nick's ROOM"
"En' why Mawse Nick?" demanded the
expectant crowd.
"Gone! Gone! Comet" walled Missy.
Truth, Lawdr' sighed old Gilbert.
"Dat hukkom Missy is come ter me in de
rain"
Aunt Dicey, who had been leaning
arH in fra oil 4. 4. 4
on her knees, sank back among her
feathers, and began to Groom doleful
hymn:
Trouble, trouble, trouble, de troubles oh dis
worl'.''
She was a pious Baptist; so was old
Gilbert; he joined the strain, bobhing
his head and patting his foot. They
seemed to find comfort in the perform
ance.
Glory-Ann sat down on the floor and
drew Missy into her lap. "Whey he
gone, Honey? Tell yo' nanny" she
coaxed.
''He's done got married to Dosia Fur
nival," sobbed Missy.
"De Lawd amend usr' Glory-Ann eiac-
ulated, feebly.
Old Gilbert ceased his singing, to re-
mark, resignedly, ''Hit's fac'.''
''Dat po' white trash?" cried Glory
Ann, recovering her spirit. "Why, dem
Furnivals can't count half dozen mig
gers, big en- little, amongst em ALL"
'Dat'r SOL" the assembly assented, in
scornful chorus.
"And l don't care!" cried Missy, 10.
sentfully. "Dosia is prettier n my cousin
Flora, and gooder too"
Whatever consolation OF rebuke Glory
Ann might have uttered in reply was
arrested by the sound of heavy weight
dragged along the piazza floor, and every
ear was MISUNDERSTANDING attention,
when the colonel voice was heard shout
ing:
"Tom Quash! Griffin Jim.'
''Suh!" responded Miss Victorinc's adj
mirers, in startled haste, nearly knock
ing each other down as they sped out Of
the kitchen.
flake that out of my sight," said the
colonel, spurning Nicholas trunk with
his foot. snake yourselves fine for
CuHuay BO-tO-iletJluS'
"Yessuh, mawster."
The colonel strobe back into the house.
Tom Quash and Griffin Jim stared at each
other through the gloom, in unspoken
appreciation of the fact that they had
fallen heirs to goodly heritage; then,
between them, they carried the trunk
into the kitchen and began forthwith to
discuss the division of its contents.
"Dat 'broidered welwit wesk Mawse
Nick hisse'f alters promised me-" said
Griffin Jim.
"You kin tex hit eff hit wuz promised,
but I'm gwan have dem panterloons wild
the vines a-creepin' up de Sides Tom
Quash declared.
Old Gilbert rose in wrath. "You sassy
fool niggers," said he, pushing them
away and taking his seat on the trunk,
'doan you know mawster's dat mad he
amt onerstandin' what he's doin'? You
rekin he gwan tolerate you struttin'
round in dat vesk en- dem pantaloons?
You amt gwan tech Mawse Nicholas
clothes, douten you slaughter me fust.
I'm gwan resk forwardin' dis trunk ter
Mawse Nick, tubbe sho."
He rose up and glanced around. Aunt
Dicey and Uncle Dublin nodded APP
proval, and Glory-Snn spoke out, "De
Lawd reward you, ole manr' and wiped
her eyes.
"Brer Dublin" said old Gilbert-Dub-
lin was his brother in the church-'len'
me a holpin' ham, eff you please. gwan
tote dis home, tell gifts som light on de
business"