The herald., 1894-04-22

about him which makes me think OF an
exiled prince, and, what is to me perfect
ly wonderful, his bearing, while so re-
spectful, docs 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 tG
buclra, I" no wonder that he had found
q way to her ready liking her untutored
affection. No wonder that she allowed
her heart to overflow and talked to him
of her ''Drom9ky" as freely. as q child
prattles of its doll
"You done help me so much I gwine
let you set in Dromaly's cheer. OATS
it. wild dc red ribbon bow tied to de
back, Dat chile like pretty things She
ain two turr 'onians-teacher 'omans,
lack my gal-done rent room in AT.
lanta- Hit got asorter little pretty closet
room open Off to one side whar Dromaky
sleep De turr teachers got 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 sich lack fur
DIEdklHb ali OIOludhJ 10 81
peart an so little dey calls her de little
'Joree. One day when wuz dar dey
wuz all sittin roun dc fire. Dromaky
got de Scrihbler's Magazine, a-readin,
an me a-l1nittin pair NV wool stoclin's
dat all do kind likes-an Miss Simp-
sons---she de old maid niger oman
whar teaohin. She ain It got much sense.
She go polzin roun lack she doan' know
what she thinkin bout, an nobody else
doan' know nuther. She sot dar a-readin
poetry book. Dat all she talk bout,
poetry an poetry, tell hit fair made me
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 understandment / like
dat oman. She de one got ter meek dc
cocoa dat night She het de water an
den go to de cupboard to get de cocoa.
Ali NV a suddint she drap down on de
floor an jes' bust outa laughin. Dat lit
tie Dromal1y 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 de tears coined in
her eyes an cloud up her spectacles She
ies' pinted to do cupboard, an Dromaky
rocked back IN de cheer, laughin most to
death an ssyin, 'Is it's it-de milk?' "
Diana's visitor seemed about "to
hurt hisself. " He seemed perfectly over
come with merriment. II axed my gal
next day huccome she think so much NV
dat oman whar pear 80 cuyous an talk
bout poetry all de time, an sorter mind
20 NV horse wild dc blind staggers. De
gal say she love de oman jes' sorter
natchuelly. Den do Yankee oman say
to me, wild a iauahin eye, AK Ruth
about Miss GibsonB brother. Den de
gal tole me after we got off lone, wild
her head 1ayin down in my lap lack she
use to do an daffy- y-down-dilly jes'
a-tremblin in her hand whar hangin
down, dat she love dat man an done
promise to marry him if gins de con-
sent" A pause. IT hates mighty bad
to think bout givin up my little gal, y
she went on as she lifted from the "ba-
lise" nice cake, put it on the table
and trirnad To the window to wtue -hel
For one moment his head dropped. HI
lifted it, rose, went to her, put his arm
around her and whispered: 81 am Mr.
Gibson i love your little Dromaky.
will be good to her Will you give he,
to mefo-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs IL
Chicago Inter Ocean.