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

the palm OF his hand. His needle was
big. his thread was coarse, and monsirous
were his sti ches.
Missy, with wild cry, as il she were the
blast incarnate, swept the jacket from his
hands into the hearth, where it lay and
scorched, and was forgotten.
I'm de name o. de Lawdw old Gilbert
ejacuialed. "De chile is sho'ly possessed"
"Brer Nicholas Is gone gone gone ~
Missy howled. Never 10 come no mo-!
He il married to Dosia Furnival, and nv
father has drove him awayw And Missy,
in sheer exhaustion, threw hersef upon
the floor.
Dat squeech-owelr muttered the old
negro, with a superstitious shudder.
Starting "a was Missy's statement it was
received with absolute conviction. de
Lawd's will be done! he sighed.
"You mean old niggerw cried the out
rageous Missy, lifting her face. "'Tan't
the Lords will! It's my fathers will
And / want Brer Nicholas back | could
a rode behind him; but for all my calm
he wouldn't come back, nor he wouldn't
answer"
Honey" said old Gilbert, persuasively,
you mus strive after patience ontel mat
tiers git sortrr seasoned"
II won't~ said Missy; and down went
her head again, and her waiting filled the
poor little cabin.
Old Gilbert felt utterly helpless. He
looked at the child in silence. and then,
unable TO bear the sight, he turned his
eyes away in the direction, as it CHANGED,
OF the blazing aud smoking pine-knot, and
mechanically drew his jacket out of the
ashes. But he had nc heart to return to
his patching. Hits a mizzable night"
he said but whether he referred 10 the
rain beating sullenly on the roof or to the
dire news Missy had brought, he did not
know. He began to sing hymn for COM
fort.
II don't went you to sing" howled
Missy. "If you was just a wicked old
man I'd like Won to-cussl"
Look a-herel" exclaimed old Gilbert. in
fright. "De sperrit of de Thorpes Is
strong in desc chillen, tubbe sho! De
Lswd alter vo' min, chile"
Missy sobbed. She was sorry for what
she had said, but she was not going to
confess it,
EN- you is fairly drippin' wild dc rain.
Won er whey is Glory-Ann Diet she let you
git loose dlshyer way"
He rose stiffly from his block, and I'M
locking rude cupboard in the corner ne
took out HE cherished umbrella. IL gwan
| tote dis chile home" he said. II gwan
shame Glory-Ann outen her shoes. She q
settin' up in white fokses' kitchen, jaw,
| jaw. iawin'. en- che doan no mo- know
| whey dis chile is den de way ter jericho"
Missy's tears having spent their force,
she sat up and wiped her eyes. Il amt
nothin' but just little girl, said she
mourniully.
'Dasso. honey; en- you mus min ter
be good little gal, SOS ter be comfort ter
Missel-virey en- yo' paw" old Gilbert
counseed, and he spread open the UNI
brella and regarded it proudly.
81 sha'nt be good" cried Missy. Il
mean to be just as bad as can be on pur-
pose. I'll worry the lie out OF 'em all
TILL get Brer Nicholas back"
Dat amt no way fur you to talk" said
old Gilbert, with authority. You climb
onter my back; gwan tote you home. "
Missy prepared to obey, nothing 10th.
She felt weak and tired, and ride upon
old Gilbert's back still had its charm for
her.
"You hor on ter me wild one han en- de
rumberilla wild dc yuther," the old man
directed. 81 gwan mex sturrups outen
boz my hans"
He had sat down upon the doorstep
that Missy might the more conveniently
Chamber upon his back.
Here We gol" he exclaimed, cheerily,
as he rose, staggering a little under her
weight; and it was at no rapid gait that
he made his way in the dark, splashing
through the pudd!es in the lane.
Missy felt her heart tighten a little un.
der the exhilaratiOn of this ride.
Daddy" she said, briskly, 81 tell yoU
what want You to go after Brer Mich
olas."
"Me? Lawd bless yo' soul, honey
what a DO, no-'count ole niger gwan &c
do wild q bumptlous young gemman LAX
Mawse Nick?"
you can't do nothin' with him, bu
you can dc something for him." said the
practical child. HE Amt got no niggers
Oats fac" old Gilbert assented, so
berly; "nur dem Furnivals, nuther. En-
Mawse Nick, he warn't fotch up ter wuk
praise de Lawd"
Missy began to cry again.
Now doan you 60 fret, honey" coax @,
old Gilbert. 81 gwan DO de pes l kin
en- bombye Mawse Nick gwan com,
home"
These words. spoken with serene assur
ance, comforIed Missy; she laughed wher
she saw the light in the kitchen door
THEY'LL be 'stonished when they see m
ridin' in the rain on such horse as you,
1 sue Sulu, VIII gree.
"De Will dat" old Gilbert declared
with satisfaction. He had set mis- heart OF
astonishing Glory-Ann.
The kitchen was at the end of the Ions
half-inclosei gallery extending from th
back piazza. The door stood wide open
and the light blazing in the heartl
streamed out, dazzling old Gilbert as h
shamblsd along, half-spent. Missy, yo
is growed, tuobe sho'. sence de las time
toted you" he pantsd.
Within the kitchen was confusion c
tongues mingled with loud laughter. Sup
per was over, Dicey. the cook, was takin
her ease in the chair with the feather
cushion; Tom Quash and Griffin jim
were playing the devoted to Victorint
| Miss Flora's maid of airs and graces
Amity was training a black puppy, Missy
property, to hold a bone on his nose
| | Glory-Ann and Daphne were discussin
, the "roomatiz," apropos of old Uncle Dut
! lin, who was "pattIng Juba," whll
Chaney, the house-maid. and Mrs. Leor
ard Thorne's coachman danced "breah
down"
"How lively de is, tubbe shop though
old Gilbert, with a sigh. "Doan none o.
'em know how Mawse Nick is rid 10th i
the darkness. Glory-Ann?" be shouted.
"Lawdl wha' dat?" calculated old UI
: Gle Dublin. He ceased patting; the dane
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