The Globe-republican., 1893-06-16

painted to look like white men. Sh,
hoped that he and paw and Sally Dow
were happy! They hain't yet got *
far as to put up niger preacher
in the place of Mr.. Symes, their rector
but she understood that there was some
talk of running Hannibal johnson
Miss Dows' coachman, for county
| judge, next year! No? She had not
heard that the connie himself hal
thought Of running for the Office! He
might laugh at her as much as he
iked-he seemed to be in better spirits
than when she first saw him-only she
would like to know if it was ''no'th'r
style" to laugh coming home from
church? OF course if it scds she would
have to adopt it with the Fifteenth
amendment. But just now, she no
ticed the folks were staring at them
and Miss Sally Bows had turned round
to look! Nevertheless Miss Octavia's
sallow cheek nearest the colonel-the
sunny side-had taken a faint bru-
nette's flush and the corners of her
proud mouth were slightly lifted
"But candidly, Miss Reed, don't you
think that you would prefer to have
old Hannibal, whom you know, as
county judge, than a stranger and q
northern man like mes"
Miss Reeds dark eyes glanced side
ways at the handsome face and elegant
figure beside her. Something like a
saucy smile struggled to her thin lips
''There mightn't be- much to choose,
connie"
81 admit it. We should both &C.
knowledge our mistress and be like wax
in your hands"
''Yo' ought to make that pooty speech
to Sally Dows-she's generally mistress
around here. But" she added. sud-
denly fixing her eyes on him, show
does it happen that yo' amt walking
with her instead of that Englishman?
Yo' know that it's as plain as day that
he took that land over there just to be
near her, when he was no longer agent"
But CORTLAND was always master of
himself and quite at ease regarding
Miss Sally when not in that lady's pres
ence. "You forget" he said, smiling
ly, that I'm still a stranger and know
little of the local gossip; and, if did
know it, am afraid we didn't ba.gain
to buy up with the land Mr.. Chanpney's
personal interest in the dndlady."
''Yo'd have had your hands full, for
reckon she's pooty heavily mortgaged
in that fashion already" returned
Miss Reed, with more badtnage than
spitefulness in the suggestion. "And
Mr.. Champney was run pooty close by
= French cousin of hers when he was
here. Yo' haven't got any French
books to lend me, connie, have yo'?
Paw says yen read a heap of French,
and find it mighty hard to keep up my
practice since I left the convent at st.
Louis, for paw don't know what sort
If books to order, and I reckon he
makes awful mistakes sometimes
The conversation here turning upon
polite literature it appeared that Miss
)ctavias French reading, through shy,
proud innocence and an imperfect |
of the wicked subtleties of |
he language, was somewhat broad and |
for young lady.
CORTLAND promised to send her some
books and even ventured to suggest some
American and English novels not in !
ensely ''no'th'n'" nor ''metaphysicaP'
according to the accepted southern
'eliefs. A new respect and plying in
crest in this sullen, solitary girl,
ramped by tradition and crushed rath-
r than enlightened by sad experiences,
anne over him. He found himself talk |
ne quite confidentially to the lifted |
lead, ached eyebrows and aquiline |
lose beside him, and even thinking
What handsome high bred brother |
he might have been to some one.
When they had reached the house, in
with the familiar custom,
lie sat down on one of the lower steps |
# the veranda while she, shaking out |
Ter skirt, took a seat q step or two |
.bove him. This enabled him, after
he languid local fashion, to lean on his |
lbow and gaze up into the eyes of the
Dung lady, while she with equal