The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-06-15

When the young man had gone In, the
self-appointed detective rose and crept
near the rsil-fence that surrounded the
weed-grown yard; but the windows of
;his house were hung with curtains.
"Drat emp he grumbled. "Ev'y
yuther house has riled me wild de sight o.
vittles, en- dis one hides me fun seein'
after Mawse Nick. 'Spect hits dat Mar
rus White crowd, playin' guards, en- bet
lin high. Doan b1ieve he's gone ter
Texts. En- Mawse Nick-he means right,
but de temptation is too strong. 1 gwan
pintly tell mawster ter tex de boy outen
iishyer place"
Net finding another stump convenient,
Gilbert crouched down at the foot OF
China tree, and, resting his back against
The trunk. waited and watched, how long
ae did not know. But at last his vigil was
rewarded: the door opened, and Nicholas
Itood forth in the moonlight. He was
talking to some one within, but only his
voice, not his words. could be heard.
Old Gilbert's devotion TO the ''tambly"
made eayesdropping a duty. Creeping on
ais knees In the shadow of the fence, as
near the gate as he dared, he crouched in
one of the angles formed by the rails, and
bent his best ear. aided by his curved
nand, to catch what Nicholas was saying
And this was what be heard:
at is too glorious night to lose let US
have one little stroll in the moonlight"
Hits a galp old Gilbert was almost
betrayed into calculating aloud. EN- he
orter be sayin' dat same ter Miss Flora p'
It was a girl. She came out into the
moonlight that flooded the porch, a tall,
slender, dark-haired girl, with sanity
face, and voice like a flute. She said
something the old negro could not hear,
but he heard his young masters reply:
"Of course the colonel will make row
at first You see, Dosia, hide nothing
from you. But when they know all you We
been to mellow you have redeemed me
from my wild life, oh, dear saint"
What more he said old Gilbert did not
know: he had heard enough. He dropped
fiat on his face in great fright When
he rose up Nicholas and the girl had
passed down the street, arm-in-arm; the
old spy could see them as they went.
"Gret King!" he gasped- ''Is come all
dis hyer way ter see mawster's son-maw-
ster's onliest son gallivantin wild one o.
dem Furnivals? Sholy, sholy, Mawse
Nick ain gwan git tangled up wild dis po'
white trash, 1 pray! Lawdl what l Rwsn
do? / ain gwan say nothin' ter Mawse
Nick, ter 90 mex him rampin' mad I'd a
sight yuther mawster'd git mad wild me
den rile Mawse Nick. Hits mawster ter
blame, keepin' de boy in dishyer lonesome
place Wish l wuz home now. Dere's all
my money-en' dat ole SOW, drat her
En- nv Dominicker hen most ready to
come often her nes'-Whey's nv rumber-
lila? Lemme study whey is l leffun ]
go sot on Mawse Nick l disremember
whey l leffum."
Sore disturbed, the old negro FASTENED
back to the stump where he had sat
down: the umbrella was not there. He
Setraced his steps to the store. but the
cherished badge of responsibility was not
70 be found for any search.
well, WELL" he sighed, 'ill-luck doan
nuver come single-hsnded. Maybe hits
sign dat ole Furnival SOW is rooted up
my money. Dey is nightly in de way
lem Furnivals, en- de bes' what / kin dc
beginst EN- is ter wrastle in prah."
Thus communing with himself and
carving a detected head, old Gilbert
ZANE, unawares, upon one OF the citizens
Of Eden who was acting as patrol.
Halt" said the man of brief authority
Eyes, mzwster" said old Gilbert, stop
ping short, and taking off his hat with one
hand, while with the other he fumbled in
bis POCKET for his pass. Use Kernel
Thorne's Gilbert, sub. fun over ter Leon
eome ter do Sunrise plantation. Mawse
Nick wrotened me permission ter come W
Ter de sto' en- buy terbaeker."
The man held the pass up to the moon
light and while he read old Gilbert
scanned his face studiously.
"Ain't you Mr.. Job Furnival, sub 2" he
asked, with fer more Difference than ht
considered the Furnivals entitled TO; bu
Mr. Job Furnival's daughter was honoreC
by Mawse Nicholas attentions, and thai
made difference: ii was the part of wis
dom, apparently, to keep on the good side
OF Mr.. Job Furnival, and get all the in
formation possible. "I members de favor
of yo' pusson bout Tallahassee streets"
''Ya-as, that's my name" said Mr.. Jol
Furnival, with hesitating drawl.
Old Gilbert grinned affably. ''Is you
done quit Tallahassee, subj"
"Well, my wife's health war broke,
said Furnival; IAN / got a job down thi
way, an bought house an lot cheap.
After q pause he continued, 1T war plum
lucky fur Col. Thorne's son tibet my wifi,
tux care on him when he got that stab O
Marcus Whites knife. Marcus war tn,
one ter blame, so he bein' our kin we wa
boun' ter look after Nick Thorne, sorter
1t war a close shave 'twixt him an king
dom cone, an 1 amt adzackly got M
forgiveness yit thet / amt told the colone
nothin' bout hit. But Nicklis / reckin
is skeerder of the colonel then ever he wa
of the devil. an he wouldn't let no lette
be wrote, an the doctor said doan fire.
him, an so-an' So"
Eyes, mawster," said old Gilbert.
"It's larnt Nick Thorne one wholesome
lesson, rsckin."
Eyes, mawster," said old Gilbert again
his heart was very heavy.
AN l rickin, maybe, he'll walk
straighter track, eff so be the colonel wa
minded ter settle him permanent onte
the Sunrise plantation. It's good piec
o. lam"
81 dunno; dunno nothin'," said oil,
Gilbert.
"Ef Nick'lis-war minded-ter marry
Furnival resumed hesitatingly.
Old Gilbert waited respectfully for tn
sentence to be finished, but Job Furniva
was only attempting suggestion to tn
old negro's garrulity and as Gilbert main
tanned silence. he walked away withou
further words.
ale am got no manners" old Gilbel
muttered, as he trudged along. "Mawste
would said good eyenin', dough / is