The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-04-11

fed by Diana as equality an no kin to
buckra, " 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 "Dromaky" as freely as child
prattles of its doll.
''You done help me so much 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 room in At
laata Hit got sorter little pretty closet
room open off to one side whar Dromaky
sleep. De turr teachers got foldiff- bed
what look lack bookcase in dc day
time Dey gifts dinner at restyroom an
rests dar awhile, an dey buys bread an
cooks cocoa an tea an SIGH lack fur
breal5fas' 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. Dromally
got de Scribbler's Magazine, a-readin,
an me a-lnittin pair nv wool steclkin's
dat all de kind likes-an Miss Simp-
sons-she de old maid niger oman
whar teaehin. She ain t got much sense.
She go pol1in roun lack she doan' know
what she thinl1in 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 NY devilment. She keeps
'em 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 a 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 i'll
her eyes an cloud up her spectacles. She
jes' pinted to de cupboard, an Dromal1y
rocked back in de cheer laughin most to
death an sayin, Is it's tide milk?'
Dianas visitor seemed about 'to
hurt hissef. !" He seemed perfectly over
come with merriment. 81 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 Gibsons 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-dilly jes'
a-tremblin III her hand whar hangin
down, dat she love dat man an done
promise to marry him if 1 gins de con-
sent. - A pause. 81 hates mighty bad
to think bout givin up my little gal,
she went on as she lifted from the "ba-
lise' 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 il, rose, went to her, put his arm
Ground her and whispered: 81 am Mr.
Gibson. l love your little Dromaky. l
will be good to her. Will you give her
to me?'-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs i'll
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