The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-06-08

| pO' no-'count ole niger"
His mo countness' was o point much
insisted upon b. Daddy Gilbert who
cherished his slight lameness as a means
OF securing him an immunity IRON any
regular work.
Il don't see as you're so no count"
Missy objected "You can DO mo- work
than Tom Quash and Griffin Jim. They
couldn't make round-bottomed baskets,
not If they was TO try"
The old man chuckled with gratified
vanity.
And | am goin with you-no matter if
You amt goin' to the branch. she de-
clared.
NO, you doan go long o me, Missy"
said old Gilbert, uneasily. Hits too fur.
You jes' tote yo'selI back ter de greet
house"
Pm tired OF the house." Missy said,
beginning to cry afresh.
Now ain dat pity" exclaimed old
Gilbert, impatiently. Pm s'prised at
Glory-Ann lettin' you run loose in dishyer
sun. You les go long back, Missy. en-
I'm gwan ketch you Molly-cotton-tail, or
mebbe a squirt"
Missy paused, glowering from under her
puckered brows. The house had no at
fractions Tor her while the sun was shin
waving boughs of green. But suddenly
the frown relaxed; Missy was inspired bv
brilliant purpose. She perceived that it
might be possible 20 steal oil to that dingy
little dwelling IN the midst OF the plum
/ thicket, on the other side of the road,
beyond the corn-held, where she hoped to
find DOsia Furnival, girl eight years her
senior for whom she entertained an i'm
mense respect. 1t mattered nothing to
this daughter of blue blooded Thorne that
! DOsia's father WAS a carpenter, and her
mother made dresses for the ladies of Tai
lahassee; Missy found her altogether ad-
mirabls. For Dosia was gentle and pa
tient; she assumed none of those
airs OF superiority that rendered
Flora Thorne, the coonels beautiful
niece, so obnoxious to her little cousin.
Missy had heard a few days before that
Dosia was not in Tallahassee. II therefore
occurred TO her that sho might be found
with the carpenters kinsfolk, who inhab-
| tied the sorry little house at the end of
the Thorne Hill road. With the colonel
and Miss Elvira on the road to town.
with Glory-Ann busy in the house and
/ Daddy Gilbert vending his solitary way
TO the woods, Missy decided that she
might venture to steal off for an hour or
/ go without risk of discovery. She turned
! her face toward home, but she had gone
| only a few yards when she abruptly
/ changed her course and began 10 walk
! rapidly across the field in the direction of
/ the road. But just as she took this turn
/ old Gilbert was minded to look back and
/ he instantly detected her purpose.
! "Hi-yii" he called out. sternlv. eco
| back to de greet house STREET You got no
| call 10 foIler after dem 20 white trash
] n. ,af 4
ness wild de Furnivals."
"You mean old niger" cried Missy,
stormily.
81 ain gwan see no chile o. rnawster's
'sociatn wild dem Furnivals," said old
/ Gilbert, unmoved. You tote yo'se street
back ter de greet house, else gwan tell
Missle-virey, num-"
! Missy. after few irresolute moments.
, wiped her tears on the skirt OF her ging-
/ ham sun-bonnet, and went resignedly
/ back to the gap in the garden paling.
/ slipped through, and confronted Glory
/ Ann in the latticed gallery between the
kithen and the main building
Glory Ann was seated in low, splint-
/ bOttomed chair, with a broad, smooth
/ board across her knees and pen-knife in
/ her right hand; she was making ready to
/ crimp Miss Elvira's rufIled aprons that lav
/ folded in basket on the stool at her side
/ She paused in the act of lifting the apron
/ from the basket, and looked over her
! spectacles with an air of grave rebuke at
/ the flushed face of the child coming up
/ the steps.
/ I'm bound you ain made nothin' by
yo' trip but two shoefus o. sand" che
I said. severely.
For answer Missy sat down on the floor.
threw her bonnet into corner, and pull
ing off her shoes. emptied two little piles
OF sand at GlOry-Ann's feet.
You gwan 'pent OF all dis trapesin' in
! de brilin' sun, one O. desc days" Glory
I Ann proceeded remorselessly. ode way
! YOU goes on is enough to set dem freckles
| fur ever n ever"
Missy put up her little sun-burned hand
and meditatively rubbed her hand My
cousin Flora has got freckles-some, she
| said
None ter hut" retorted Glory-Ann.
And Dosia Furnival amt got one !;
she's prettier than my cousin Flora, any
how" Missy proclaimed with defiance.
Glory-Ann stopped her work. aud
clutching the two ends of the lap-board
while she Strengthened herself up, de-
manded:
rs YOU been ter dem Furnivals, Missy.
Is you been?"
Daddy Gilbert wouldn't let me-" Missy
pouted.
"Tobbe sho, said Glory-Ann. Whats
Thorne gotter do consortin' wild Furni-
val, which de ThOrnes is duality?"
"DosIe Is more nicer than my cousin
Flora" said the unrepentant Missy,
stretching herself out on the floor. face
| downward. resting on her elbows and
supporting her chin in her hands as she
gazed up serenely at her admonisher.
''She don't snap me up, ever"
I'D lax ter see her try HIT" cried
Glory-Ann, her very turban bristling with
insulted family pride. Miss Flora is a
| Thorne. en- ThOrne kin snap at a Thorne
but a Furnval-Do' white trash I" And
Glory-Ann made an emphatic pleat in
! Miss Elvira's ruffle. Don't femme hear
no mo sech talk" she commanded, with
all the authority vested in her title OF
| Nom Bee Then she lifted up her voice
and called sharply, "Amityl You trifiin'
gal, come here street en- put on dis chile's
| shoes"
AmitY, a Eirl of fifteen, in training for
Miss Winifred's maid, was seated in the
shadow of the China-berry tree, beeuilinV
the tedium of towei-hemming by building
sand houses over her feet. She started
| guilty. when she heard herself called
tumbled off the up-turned cotton baske ct
that served her for a stool and darted TO
the gallery, where she SET herself at once