Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1893-12-23

ing to our poor New Hampshire home
ten wears ago. sir? Don't Yen rcmem
Der how kind You were to us" was
the boy yon took 10 much notice Of"
He heard me. and the mists seemed
dispelled from his brain as by magic.
A look of surprised intelligence came
to his face.
You Dorr Jcwctt: -- little Dorr?
Bless me. how Won have grown! I'm
not often glad to see anyone hut my
child. in these days: but am glad to
see You. Is Your father we'll:
why. he died. sir. more than year
ago. wrote to You about it.
Il never read letters now--nor pa
pers-nor hooks Not now. Yet do
remember nice letter You wrote me
once. years ago. before
The change TINT came over that woe
ful face terrified me. 1t was literally
black with rage. with fury. called up
by his own speech.
Yes. sir" FASTENED to say. and
Won answered it So kindly.
Did |: That is we'll: am glad to
hear it. SO you've come to look mp
wretched and lonely old man like me.
have you. because was kind tn you:
DO you know. my hoy. don't think
there's another man in Louisiana. or
ont of it. could soften me the way you
have. I'm going to have You stay here.
now you've come. Oh. yes. do re-
member now all about the time ] went
to Boston. and back among the hills
where ! was born. and how ] found
Won and poor Amos out in the fields.
and ate your good mothers mush and
milk"
His fac" r,,ncl rrcrcatcd. II ac-
tually wore gentle smile.
"I,ut il was Ion" AFRO. and life has
hccn hard and cruel with me since. and
! had forgotten all these pleasant
things. Why. boy. it >rrri> to me as II
you'd come to- me from another world.
He took my hand in his own thin
hand.
"Yonll stay with me. Dorr .lrwett.
won't yon":'
| believe the tears came to my eyes
voice which was the ghost ri that
hearty. resonant tone that had long
sounded in my dreams. | told him
that would stay awhile.
always. Dorr: | want y"u with me.
! remember. now. asked you long
ago tn come. am rich. my boy: I've
got money. and plantations. and slaves:
hut haven't any friends. Well. who
would be kind to. il it wasn't to
Amos .Iewett and his boy: u. Amos
was INV chum: he'd wrestle with Inc
and throw me: but he'd fight any boy
that tried to put upon me. ] want
somebody to talk to; my girl can't al
ways be with me. lie FevrSe is good
fellow. but he's never happy unless
he's driving the niggerS round. lie
shall show YOU the plantation when
you've rested - to-mofruw-yes. that
will be time enough. When You want
To 90 to New Orleans he shall 90 with
YOU: never stir off the place. You'll
see how the cane grows the old cane
and the new cane. lc Frvre says he's
! rot more than u hundred acres now
! planted. He'll show you the sugar
! mill. and maybe lie can figure up what
the crop will he this year. food black
soil this. Dorr This is better than
planting corn in the cracks of the
rocks up north. eh" No. You won't
: talk about woipT away. Dorr Jcwctt.
So he ramhlcd on u wreck of mind
as we'll rs body. continually striving
to STRUGGLE ont cf the gloom in which
! he was involved. ami IT, reach back
! ward To- familiar faces and scenes.
\ burst of melody shook the mir: a
clear. pure voice. singing merry
French song Mr.. l;o>tocli raised his
! head. and Il new intelligence gave mo
mclltury lustrr to hi~ eyes.
All. that's t"rali"." l,c said. "Iou
shall sc. Cmalir Here she comes.
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