The Somerset reporter., 1894-04-19

lltI bltiiil Ala l4sil Ifs@itjils al hlHiiii-
guished foreigner once said to his OWL
er: Rarely have met III all my tray
els any man with such fine manners a.
your carriage driver. There is something
about him which mikes me think of an
eXiled prince, and, what is TO me perfect
~ wonderful, his bearing, while 80 re-
spcctfnl, does not suggest the slave. -"
With this inherited tendency, added
TO an education ut Hampton, no wonder
that Fontain Clayton had been CLASH
fled by Diana as quality an no kin to
buchra, ne wonder that he had found
a way to her ready liking. her untutored
affection No wonder that She allowed
her heart to overflow and talked to him
of her "Dromaky'' as freely as a child
prattles of its doll.
you done help me so much | gwine
let YOU set in Dromaky's cheer Dat S
it wild de red ribbon bow tied to do
back. Dat chile like pretty things She
an two turr 'omans-teache 'omans,
lack my gal-done rent room in At.
lanta. Hit got a sorter little pretty closet
room open off to one side whar Dromaky
sleep De turr teachers got II foldin bed
what look lack u bookcase in de dav
time. Dey gifts dinner at a restroom AN
rests dar awhile, an dey buys bread an
cooks cocoa en tea an sich lack fur
breatfas' an dinner Dromaky is SO
peart an SO little dey calls her de little
JORGE. One day when | WIZ dar dey
wuz all sittin roun de fire. Dromaky
got de Scribbler's Magazine, a-readin
an me a-knittin a pair Nv wool stockin Is
dat all de kind likes-an Miss Simp-
sons-she de old maid Niger oman
whar teachin. She ain t got much sense
She go pokin roun lack She doan know
what she thinkin bout, an nobody else
doan know nuther. She sot dar a-readin
a poetry book. Dat all she talk bout
poetry an poetry, tell hit fair made me
sick
dat turr oman is Il Yankee niggor,
an she Wear glasses, an she mighty frs
kylike an full NY deyilment She keeps
cm all livened up like dey got some
SENSE an some understandment. like
dat oman. She de one got ter meek de
cocoa dat night. She het de water an
den go to de cupboard to get de cocoa
All NV suddint She drap down on de
floor an jes' bust out laughin. Dat lit
tie Dromally she jes' got ter gigglin
den, AN she giggle an giggle, dough She
dean know what she gigglin bout. Dat
poetry oman jes sot dar lack fool an
make out She doan see nuthin. De Yam
kee oman laugh so dc tears coined i'll
her eyes an cloud up her spcctacles. She
jes pinted to de cupboard, AN Dromaliy
rocked back i'll de cheer laughin most to
death an sayin, Is it's tide milk >
Dianas visitor seemed about ITO
hurt hisself. =" He seemed perfectly over
come with merriment. Il aXed my gal
next day huccome she think SO much nv
dat oman whar pear so cuyous an talk
bout poetry all de time an sorter mind
yo NV horse wild de blind staggers. De
gal say she love de oman jes' sorter
natchuelly Den de Yankee oman say
to me- wild a laughin eye, AK Ruth
about Miss Gibson's brother. Den de
gal tole me after we got off lone, wild
her head layin down i'll my lap lack she
use to do IN a datiy down dilly les
a-trenlblin III her hand whar hangin
down, dat She love dat nan an done
promise 10 marry him if l gins de con-
sent. a pause. Il hates mighty bad
to think bout giyin up my little gal, y
she went ON AS she lifted from the la
lise' a nice cake, put it on the table
and turned to the window to wipe her
eyes ON the corner of the curtain
Her back was toward her companion
For one moment his head dropped. He
lifted it, rose, went to her, put his arm
around her and whispered: q am Mr.
Gibson. love your little Dromaky |
will be good to her. Will You give her
to me?'-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs in
Chicago Inter Ocean.