The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-05-18
been so full Of a sort of high bred defer

Deen SO Iuli Oh q SOrb OF nlgn Dreu ueIer-
ence and courtesy that she was perfectly
at case with him. Years before, when
the father of this polite young man was
a slave and drove the carriage of Colo
mel Porcher in Charleston, a distin-
guished foreigner once said to his own
er: Rarely have l met in all my trav-
els any man with such fine 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-
spectful, does no 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
buckra, " no wonder that he had found
a way to her ready liking, her untutoro1
affection. No wonder that she allowed
her heart to overflow and talked to him
Of her "Dromaky''' as freely IS a child
prattles of it's doll.
"You done help me SO much l gwine
let you set in Dromaky'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 DON in At
lanta- Hit got a sorter little pretty closet
room open off to one side whar Dromaky
sleep. De turr teachers got a foldin bed
what look lack a bookcase in de day
time. Dey gifts dinner at arestyroom an
rests dar awhile, an dey buys bread an
cooks cocoa an tea an SIGH lack fur
breakfas' an dinner. Dromaky is SO
peart an SO little dey calls her de little
'Joree. One day when | wuz dar dey
wuz all sittin roun de fire. Dromaky
got de Scribbler's Magazine, a-readin,
an me a-knittin pair Nv wool stockin's
dat all de kindI likes-an Miss Simp-
sons-she de old maid niger oman
whar teachin. She amt 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 a Yankee Niger,
an she wear glasses, an she mighty frs
kylike an full Nv devilment. She keeps
'em all liyened up like dey got some
sense an some understandment. l like
dat oman. She de M got ter meek de
cocoa dat night. She het de water an
den go to de cupboard to get de cocoa.
All Nv a suddint she drap down on de
floor an jes' bust out a laughin. Dat lit
tie Dromaky she jes' got ter gigglin
den, IN she giggle an giggle, dough she
doan' know what she gigglin bout. Dat
poetry 'oman jes' sot dar lack a fool an
make out she doan see nuthin. De Yam
kee oman laugh so de tears coined in
her eyes an cloud up her spectacles. She
jes' pinted to de cupboard, an Dromaky
rocked back in de cheer, laughin most to
death a n sayin, 'Isit-is tide 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
70 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
S to do IN a daffy-down-dilly jes'
a-tremblin in her hand whar hangin
down, dat she love dat man an done
promise to marry him if I gins de con-
sent" A pause. II hates mighty bad
to think bout givin up my little GAL"
she went on as she lifted from the ''ba-
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 II moment his head dropped. He
lifted it, rose, went to her, put his arm
around her and whispered: IT am Mr..
Gibson. love your little Dromaky. I
will be good to her. Will you give her
to me?''-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs in
Chicago Inter Ocean.