The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-09-14
CHAPTER VI

At the moment when recall bccara
impossible, Mrs. John admitted u her
self that she had done a very rash thin.
in precipitating Ninette upon the Fair
backs In this sudden fashion
How was she 10 get the child back?
II was one thing ~ tell old Cato tha
She would send the child's nurse aftci
her, and quite another thing % induce
the fastidious Celeste ~ trudge the one
dusty mile Of country road that lay be
tween the two plantations.
II the road had been lined with gay
shops, now, II would have been alto
gether different She almost hated this
French woman, who was 80 essential 10
Ninctte, for the amount Of AFFECT diplo-
macy required for her management.
For Ninettc's sake" was the forrnu-
In which Nora applied 10 more ras ping
things than the bonnie. She approached
the intrac:ablc Celeste smoothly and
graciOusly:
Celeste, you ought 70 bc out in the
sunshine. The day is perfect. Those
Tuffies can wait"
The bonne's yellow fingers were busy
with the crimping iron. She looked up
surprisedly.
why should care TO go out in this
savage country? There is nothing. mad
anne. to see, but the wild baasts of the
field and dismal cotton-hclds. They
make one sicker than ever with tho
homesickness."
Mrs. John laughed indulgently:
wild beasts? Do you call Mrs. Lori
mer's shorthorns and the horses wild
beasts? Seriously, Celeste, you will
have to face them. want you to 90
after Ninette"
go after the child? What has mad
anne done with her?"
81 let her take short ride with the
old man who carries the flowers to mar
kct"
Celeste raised Mortified hands: THE
black savagc!'
BLACK, but much less of "a savare
than some of us who have lily-white .
hands. He was on his way home, and |
Ninette begged so.''
''She always begs so. Where was he
to leave the childp-bahi-for all the
world like an express package"
He was to take lBsr over to Glen bur
-'AN' "ie O'u "cIc 10 20 1OP ner.
lovely short oDe-rnile walk through the
most beautiful grove you ever saw, Co
lesta>"
Il aehor groves Groves are onlv
meant for savages to live in. Glenbur-
MEL Glenburniel' She repeated the
name musingly. THAT is where the old
man lives who never comes down his ,
own stairway, but permits his beauti-
ful young lady daughter to sacrifice her ,
'elf to him NJ. Fairbanks. Bah, quelle
1rutel" ,
"You have gathered information rap ?
dly," said Nora, coldly. "Yes, 1t is there !
hat Ninette is waiting for you"
And madame, then, will permit r
he child to visit at the house of an
nemy?"
Madame" looked at the speaker 7
harply. How many more family Sc q
rets was this demure-looking cat al
eady In possession of?
Whose enemy? What nonsense Won
re talking, Celeste!" .,
Is 1t nonsense, madame? Do not the \
primers and the Fairbanks hate each -
Their? And does not every black man h
nd black woman on both places know v
:? A woman, some say, is at the bot q,
'm of the trouble. l will fetch the
hid home, but l will not dare come g,
ack by the public road, nor enter the h
ont door of White Cliffs and say: Il
ave just brought tho child from Glen II
urnie'" -
Celeste, you are insufferable." h
But, boldly as she uttered the rebuke. es
Ohsclence COnvlCted Mrs. John of Shar- Il