Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-12-28

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 Jewett? -- little Dorr2
Bless me, how you have growni I'm
not often glad 10 see anyone but my
child, in these days; but am glad 10
see you. Is your father well2"
why. he died, sir, more than year
ago ] wrote 10 you about IT,"
81 never read letters now-nor pm
remember nice letter you wrote me
once, years ago, before"
The change that came over that woe
full face terrified me. IL was literally
black with rage, with fury, called up
by his own speech.
Eyes, sir" | fastened TO say, land
you answered II so kindly"
"Did |? That is we'll; / am glad 10
hear II. So you've come TO look up n
wretched and lonely old man like me,
have you, because was kind 10 you?
Do you know, my boy, / don't think
there's another man in Louisiana, OF
out Of IL, 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 I found
you and poor Amos out in the fields,
and ate your good mothers mush and
milk"
His face seemed recreated. II ac-
tually wore n gentle smile.
But IL was long ago, and life has
been hard and cruel with me since, and
| had forgotten all these pleasant
things. Why, boy, IL seems TO me as II
you'd come TO me from another world"
lie took my hand in his own thin
hand.
You'll stay with me, Dorr Jewett,
won't your"
believe the tears came TO my eyes
at the question. II was asked In n
voice which was the ghost of that
hearty, resonant tone that had long
sounded in my dreams. | told him
that would stay awhile.
always, Dorr; want you with me.
remember, now, | asked you long
ago TO come. am rich, my boy; I've
got money, and plantations, and slaves;
but | haven't any friends. Well, who
would be kind TO, II II wasn't to
Amos Jewett and his boy? o! Amos
was my chum; he'd wrestle with me
and throw me; but he'd fight any boy
that tried TO put upon me. / want
somebody 10 talk TO; my girl can't al
ways be with me. lie Fevre 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-morrow-yes, that
will be time enough. When you want
to 20 to New Orleans he shall go with
you; never stir Off the place. Youll
see how the cane grows-thc old cane
and the new cane. lie Fcvrc says he's
got more than hundred acres now
planted. He'll show you the sugar
mill, and maybe he can figure up what
the crop will be this year. Good black
soil this, Dorr. This is better than
planting corn in the cracks of the
rocks up north, ch? No, you won't
talk about going away, Dorr Jewett."
So he ramblcd on, n wreck of mind
ms well as body, continually striving
to struggle out of the gloom in which
he was involved, and to reach back
ward TO familiar faces and scenes.
A burst of melody shook the air; a
clear, pure voice, singing n merry
French song. Mr.. lIostocls raised his
head, and new intelligence gave mo-
mcntary lustcr to his eyes.
"Ah, that's Coralic!" he said. "You
shall see Coralic. Here she comes"
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