Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1894-04-17
NEW SERIES, VOL. xxx, No. 1e.


been SO fun of u sort of high bred defer
ence and courtesy that she was perfectly
at ease with him Years before, when
the father OF this polite young man ,Sas
q slave ard drove the carriage of Colo
mel Porcher in Charleston, a distin-
guished foreigner once said to his own
er: Rarely have met in ali my tray-
els any man with such fine manners as
your carriage driver. There is something
about him which makes me think of an
exiled prince, and, what IS to me perfect
" wonderful, his bearing, while SO re-
Epectful, does not suggest the slave.
With this inherited tendency, added
to an education at Hampton, no wonder
that Fontain Clayton had been CLASH
fed by Diana as quality an no kin to
bucra, -" no 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 'Dromal5y' as freely as child
prattles of its doll.
"You done help mo SO much I gwine
let you set in Dromaly's cheer. OATS
it wild de red ribbon bow tied to de
back. Dat chile like pretty things. She
an two turr 'omans-teacher 'omans,
lack my gal-done rent a room in At
lanta. Hit got sorter little pretty closet
room open off to one side whar DromalSy
sleep. De turr teachers got foldin bed
what look lack a bookcase in de day
time. Dey gifts dinner at restyroom an
rests dar awhile, an dey buys bread an
cooks cocoa an tea an sich lack fur
breal1fas' an dinner. Dromal1y is so
peart an so little dey calls her de little
'Joree.' One day when Huz dar dey
WIZ all sittiu roun de fire Dromaky
got de Scribbler's Magazine, a-readin,
an me arGnittin apair- NV wool stocl1in's
dat all dc kind I ilces-an Miss Simp-
sons-she de old maid nigger 'oman-
whar teachin. She amt got much sense
She go polin roun lack she doan' know
what she thinllin bout, an nobody else
doan' know nuther. She sot dar a-readin
q poetry book. Dat all she talk bout,
poetry an poetry, tell hit fair made mo
sick.
Dat turr oman is Yankee nigger,
an she wear glasses, an she mighty fris-
kylike an full nv devilment She keeps
'em all livened up like dey got some
sense an some uuderstandment 1 like
dat oman. She de one got ter meek de
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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
doan' 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 in
her eyes an cloud up her spectacles. She
jes' pinted to de cupboard, an Dromalcy
rocked back in de cheer, laughin most to
death an sayin, Is it's it-de milk?' -
Diana's visitor seemed about "to
hurt hisself. ?" He seemed perfectly over
come with merriment. ST 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 a 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 in my lap lack she
use to do an daffy-down- -dilIy jes'
a-tremblin in her hand whar hangin
down, dat she love dat man an done
promise to marry him if 1 gins dc con-
sent. T" A pause. ''I hates mighty bad
to think bout givin up my little gal"
she went on as she lifted from the ''ba-
ise'' 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; ''I am Mr..
Gibson. 1 love your little Dromalzy.
will be good to her. Will you give her
to me?'-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs in
Chicago Inter Ocean.