The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-09-07
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"Yc&. sir"
without reading it?"
you know that"
''But it was love letter"
From d coward
"Why do you call him that? i
Imagine hate the Lorimers worse than
you possibly could do, but 1t would
never occur 10 me u call any one OF
them cOlYardly."
at does occur 70 me. do not hate
Dennis Lorimer-at least. did not
nevertheless. call him Il coward"
"Why?"
She flung out her hands, with q
gesture of inpatsnce.
Bah. What a detcstable morning
this has been! Are you not really for
your game of chess, father?'
NO. Let me hear what is going on
on the place"
She drew book from her pocket and
spread it open before him. Her face
wore its most sullen expression.
"Why do you not mount your horse
and ride over the place yourself, father,
II you care to know anything about it?'
He made an impatient gesture. shall
have to repeat for your instruction
my acknowledgement vow, registered
over your mothers coffin, girlS"
"Spare mel know it by heart. I'M
becility!" She muttered the last word
between her teeth.
/ Moreover, the time has gone by for
me to cope with the changed conditions
| of labor. There is nothing but defeat
/ and humiliation left for the gentlemen
/ of the old regime. Let the freed slaves
work out their own salvation, on The
rental system. 1t is not necessary for
me to come in personal contact with
/ them. / should never draw a comfort
! able breath il / was compelled to be a
| daily eyewitness of the ruin that has
overtaken Glenburnie. With you 1T Is
/ different. You have no recollection OF
! its ante-bellum glories."
Eyes, with me it Is different" said
Ida, bitterly; then she forced his wan
dering attention in the direction of the
foreman's weekly report, as set forth in
the book she had placed in his hand.
Eyes, yes. Doubtless 1t is all perfect
ly correct. What splendid business
man is thrown away in you, my daugh'
ter! Have we not had enough? The
account is somewhat prolix."
He concealed yawn behind his large
white silk pocket handkerchief, which
exhaled q perfume more delicate thar
that of.any of Ida's marketable flowers
She was relentless. He should heal
her out.
~ have not given you yet the mum
Der of sacks of seeds stored for The
next planting. And Ralston says thu
gin ought to be insured. / think he /:
right"
"By all means insure it, then" 81,
was leaning back in his large chair, ca
ressing his handsome side whiskers will
the hand that was ornamented with hi
largest solitaire.
by the way, Ida, what is the condi
ton of our cellar?"
|. "There is some sherry, claret and Ca
.tawba downstairs"
She did not tell him that the flower
from her garden had been transmute'
into wine for his cellar.
Send claret up with my dinner, vii
you?"
!: 1t was a note of dismissal. He HAND
ed her back the book in which she ha
compelled him to keep tally while sh
read from her own. Perhaps, durin
the reading of it, it dawned upon hir
: that Ida had rather a rough time of
for handsome young woman" He grs
ciously bestowed upon her an indulgen
smile: Not very lucid, but as clear,
suppose, as one could expect from
> woman and an uneducated foreman
Pray, my daughter, give more explic
directions about my mutton It we
simply mess yesterday"
= Ida took the book ayav from him on