The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-09-07

Youngest girl iEtu q EJi pt iEu- sSiUate
had struggled freely with the wrstche-i
and disorranized estate lie was too
much like his father to succeed in any
thing that required stable resolve and
drudging insistance- Both men were
fitted exclusively ~ adyrn the luxurious
circles Of society. Doth men were SUI
perb physically. but defective morally.
They clashed perpetually. There was no
one but a girl child 10 adjust matters be-
tween them. The result was disastrous,
but natural. Sibley, sore, tired. angry.
tainted his father years ago. as Ida
had tainted him that day, and had
thrown the whole miserable business
ND. and had gone away with a cruel in
difference To Ida's fate. They had
never heard a word from him since
The burden he had seifishly cast off
Ida had patiently lifted and carried. so
far, with commendable fortitude. IL
she sometimes staggered under it small
wonder On this particular occasion
she left her fathers presence more than
ever convicted of the folly Of having
made any appeal to him.
II might as well turn for help to that
pretty child who held out her hands and
begged a flower of me. He makes me
think of great gorgeous butterfly, sit
ting with lazily-folded wings, not caring
how the world goes"
Dido was sitting on the front steps
knitting in the sunshine and grooming
song which Ida remembered often hear
ing her Groom in the nursery days be-
fore mother and the baby died" She
went over and sat down by the old
woman, clasping her hands about her
knees In her favorite attitude. Dido
smiled her pleasure at having her so
close
MAIN Dido, how long have you been
at Glenburnie?" she asked, suddenly.
Been at Glenburnie? AS long as
there's been any Glenburnie to be at
Your Grandpa Fairbanks brought me
here with the swamp folks when he
clear this place up"
Then of course you know all the
Fairbanks secrets?"
Jus listen to Miss Ida!"
DIDO looked very wise, as she closed
her withered lips tightly after that
scornful utterance.
And you know why my father and
the Lorimers hate each other?"
Dido's knitting needles fairly flew.
She was looking straight before her,
and out towards the distant front gate.
A trailing dust-cloud was visible be-
You'd it, in the road.
81 reckon that mus be Cato kickin'
up that dus," she remarked, incense
quently.
"Of course You know, Dido, and !
mean to know too. 1t is my right.
am no child, to be kept in the dark any
longer Does Glenburnie hate White
Cliffs, or does White Cliffs hate Glen
burnie? Which place began it, Main
| Dido?'
| I'm a piece of Glenburnie, said the
old retainer, proudly, land don't hate
nothing under the shining canopy. Our
Heavenly Father made Glenburnie folks
and White Cliffs folks out er the same
sort of dirt, take it, honey What for
are you troubling your pretty head
about it, my child?"
Ida laughed shortly, She was quite
sure Dido would never satisfy her curl.
osity. To whom else could she turn?
II want to know about that old quar-
rel. Sibley knows"
"An the men folks on both sides
knows"
did Dennis Lorimer know, when he
asked me to marry him?"
Dido moved restlessly. She was be-
ing cornered. Suddenly she lifted one
withered hand and shielded her eyes
with it.
II said that must be Cato! That sure
ly is Cato's mule, but what's that on ole
Rube's baoax?'
Ida looked too. There, coming toward!
the house, was Cato, walking contented
ly by old Rube's head, the empty fiowe
basket swung over one arm, while hi
horny right hand was planted frml,
among Ninette's white ruff1es and EN-
broideries, by way of steadying her il
the capacious saddle. Cato sent an ex
PLANTATION few steps in advance of him
''They was sauntering long the road
asked me to ride her some. | told her
was hurrying back to Glenburnie, ant
then her ma told me TO let her come
and she would send the nuss after hel
So here we is
He planted the child squarely On he
feet between Ida and Nam Dido n
nette smiled impartiallv on them all.
"Norrie said might go to see tt
flower lady, and have come" she sal
composedly shaking out her short tun
bled skirts.
Dido looked away from the brigl
baby face to Ida's. MY child" 81
said, solemnly, "maybe the good God
bent on healing up that old sore. If T
amt, how came it He fashioned such
link as that between Glenburnie al
White Cliffs?'
'Link?"
Link. By the look of her, she b
longs here to us. She's Fairban1
from the crown of her purity head
the soles of her blessed feet But 81
blongs over yonder too. 1t do seem
if he meant to say you twain must
made one"
"Dido, you are gone daft" Ida sal
tartly; but for the child that belong
to the Lorimers she had only smiles.
To BE CONTINUED.