The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-06-22


TEX care o. mGwsters chile"
sIs IL Won got de raisin' o mawster's
chillun. or il it me?" retorted Glory-Ann,
arresting the work OF pulling oil Missy's
stocking. and setting her arms skimbo.
answer me dat"
"Hit's me-" replied old Gilbert, mildly.
"You hear dat now. you niggers? You
hear dat?" said Glory Ann, appealing to
the company. What wild yo' cawn-stalk
fiddes, en- yo' sassfac root, yo' pateridRe
aiggs. en- yo' bird-nesses. en- one thin en-
another, you is alters been tohn' maW-
ster's chilen off, en- hits me, me what
has ter nuss 'em wild de Group en- de SO
throat, en- all dat. Say you raise desc
chilien. en-"
"Pears lax Use done my share" said
old Gilbert unabashed.
Amity had not stirred a step, and Glory
Ann, in great wrath. turned upon her and
gave her box on the ear. TEX dat, en-
gop she said, fietcely. "Stan' roun',
gapin' lax hop-toad after fly"
"Amity is my niggerl" shrieked Missy.
"You got no right TO hit her
81 gwan ht her ez my Judgment favors,"
said Glory-Ann, as she sat down upon
the floor and took Missvs feet In her lap,
and rubbed them admiringly; they were
pretty little feet. But you gwan git EN-
all crippled up wild de roomatiz" said
Glory-Ann. You amt gwan dance none
when you git growed. see dat plain"
81 don't want to dance" said Missy, be-
ginning to cry.
While Glory-Ann was demonstrating
against this Amity came flying back; she
had pair of stockings In one hand and
the linen CATERS in 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 shol" she an
nouncrd. in a thrilling whisper, with uo-
lifted right hand.
"ls you toP him bout Missy Rittin' in
the rain, you fool nigger?" demanded
Glory Ann, rising mp, rigid with wrath.
"Car ter gracious Ain't toll nothin' ~
Amity protested, putting up her arms and
ducking her head in anticipation of an
other box on the ear.
"It's about Brer-Brer Nicholas, !"
scbDed Missy.
Fur shop asseverated Amity, dropping
her arms. "Misse-virey is a-moanin' en-
a-wTingn' her hans, en- Miss Pauline,
she's a-squeechin', en- ssYin' she amt
nuver gwan git over hit, en- Miss Flo's
| a-cryin', too. en- mawster is jes' aston p
| in rOun' Mawse NicK's room"
En- whey Mswse Nick?" demanded the
expectant crowd.
Gone! Gone Gone!" walled Missy.
Truth. Lawdw sighed old Gilbert.
''Dat hukkom Missy is come ter me in de
rain"
Aunt Dicey, who had been leaning for
ward in strained attention, her hands on
her knees, sank back among her feathers,
and cyan TO Groom doleful hymn:
"TrOubls, trouble trouble. de trouble, OBJ di,
| EorP?"
She was pious baptist; so was old Gil
bert; he Joined the strain, bobbing his
head and patting his foot. They seemed
to find comfort in the performance.
Glory-Ann sat down on the floor and
| drew Missy into her lap. "Whey he gone
Honey? Tell yo' mammy2" she coaxed.
He's done got married to Dosia Fur
nival," sobbed Missy.
DE Lawd amend us" Glory-Ann ejac
ulated, feebly.
Old Gilbert ceased his singing. to re
mark, resignedly, "Hit's de fac"
Dat po' white trash?" cried Glory-Ann
recovering her spirit. "Why, dem Fur
nivals can't count half-a-dOZen niggers
big en- little. amongst 'em al"
Oats so" the assembly assented, il
scornful chorus.
"And 1 don't care" cried Missy. resent
fully. "Dosia is prettier n my cousin
Flora, and gooder too"
| Whatever consolation or rebuke Glory
Ann might have uttered in reply, was ar
rested by the sound OF heavy weigh
dragged along the piazza floor. and ever
ear was strained in question ng attention
when the colonePs voice WAS heard shout
ing:
"Tom Quashl Griffin Jimw
"Suh !" responded Miss Victorine's ad
mirers, in startled haste, nearly knocking
each other down as they sped out OF tn
kitchen.
Take that out of my sight," said tn
colonel, spurning Nicholas trunk with hi
foot Make yourselves fine for sunday
go-to-meeting."
"Gessuh, mawster."
The colonei strobe back into the house
Tom Quash and Griffin Jim stared at eGc
other through the gloom, in unspokel
appreciation of the fact that they ha
fallen heirs to q goodly heritage; then, Dt
tween them, they carried the trunk int
the kitchen and began forth with to dis
cuss the division of its contents.
dat 'broidered welwit week Msws
Nick hisse'f alters promised me-" sal
Griffin Jim.
"You kin tex hit eff hit wuz promised
but Pm gwan have dem panterloons wi
the vines a-creepin' up de Sides" Toi
Quash declared.
Old Gilbert rose in wrath. "You sass
fool nigg~rs," said he. pulling them away
, and taking his seat on the trunk, 'doa
you know mawster's dat mad he ain
onerstandin' what he's doin'? You reki
he gwan tolerate you struttin' 'roun in dS
vesk en- dem panterloons? You ain
gwan tech Mawse Nicholas clothes, doute
you slaughter me fust. I'm gwan res
| lorwardin' dis trunk ter Mawse Nicl
tubbe sho."
, He rose up and glanced around. Aur
. Dicey and Uncle Dublin nodded approva
and Glory-Ann spoke out, "De Lawd n
ward you, ole man !" and wiped her eye
: "Brer Dublin" said old Gilbert-Dubli
! was his brother in the church-"len' m
: holpin' han. of you please. / gwan to
, dis home, tell gifts som light on de bus
ness"
CHAPTER X.
MISS ELvIRA's WAY AND THE COLONIES Wa
Tho rain WAS done next morninp