Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1893-12-02

"MAssA SAY Yo' CONE RIGHT Up"
out of windows. Past corner OF the
house I observed a great field of cot
ton all ablown.
"My wife and daughter, SIR"
The ladies bowed, and returned the
salutation.
81 am afraid l have made a mis-
take" said. II am looking for the
place of Mr.. Pierce Bostock."
"He did live here. Two years ago
he removed to Louisiana. bought
him out"
took the chair that was offered me,
and said, with the keenest disappoint-
ment:
"My journey out here is to no pur-
pose. had better go back"
'Not tonight said the planter.
"High time tomorrow for that.
Travellers don't get away from Alfred
Dorion as easy as that"
~ beg your pardon; that reminds
me that have not introduced myself.
My name is Dorr Jewett. have come
from the north-from New Hamp-
shire"
"Jewett?-Dorr Jewett?" the planter
exclaimed. From New HampshireP"
Eyes, sir"
"And you know Mr.. Bostock?"
"Yes; he was a friend of my father in
boyhood. He called at our home ten
years ago."
"And you wrote him letter?-let's
see-something more than five years
ago."
IL did; and he answered it. wrote
another last year, which was not an
swered."
"That one probably followed him to
Louisiana. I am not surprised that
he did not answer it. if he received it.
But here's Classy, telling us your sup
per is ready. Go in and eat hearty:
l shall have something to tell you
afterward."
My cur iosity and interest were thor
oughly aroused: but hunger makes
everything yield. did full justice to the
substantial meal set before me by the
old negro Nanny" with great rings
in her ears and parti-colored turban
about her head. was exhausted with
the days ride. and still anxious to hear
what Mr.. Dorion had to tell me about
Bostock. But for awhile had to sit
with the ladies in the parlor. They
sang and played for me, and / told them
much about the north which was new
and strange to them. 1t was about
nine o'clock before | found myself
alone on the veranda with the planter.
1.-THE man you came here to find, he
said, twas one of my dearest friends.
He has been estranged from me, from
everybody. for more than five years.
gather, from what you say, that it is as
long as that since you have heard from
him"
Rather longer"
II recall incidents about him which
none but q friend would remember.
Among other things, remember dis
tinctly his showing me your letter,
telling me about your father and your
self, and saying that you were fine
fellow; that he should have you down
here some day and make planter of
you. But ! fancy that you might as
well end all your dreams of his favor
right here"
saw by the moonlight that his fine
face was thoughtful. Sorely disap-
pointed as was by these tidings,
was burning to hear more. He pres
emily went on to explain himself.
All that is contained in chapter first
of this narrative thus heard for the
first time. 1t was told me, of course.
in different language, but all the de-
tails were given. listened with
breathless interest. When the planter
had finished that account, he paused,
and seemed for the moment reluctant
TO proceed.
But what" eagerly asked, was
the quarrel about? What was Mr.. Cas-
tex's offense?"
His answer filed me with surprise
ut is all mystery. ! knew very
little about it. then. KNOW no more
now believe it would be better for
you not to inquire"
FRO RI CONTINUED