The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-05-18
DIANA'S VISITOR.

all put on their overcoats and the wom-
en- their wraps. The doors were shut and
the windows pulled down. The violets
were hiding their purple petals under
the broad green leaves; the golden bios
som Of the Siberian shrub that, almond
like, hung on its 1eafess branches,
seemed to be shivering. Only the brave
snow white Roman hyacinths out in the
yard stood erect in the cold, clear air and
brought thoughts of "pure eyed Faith,
white handed Hope and lowering angles
grit with golden wings" Queer fancies
about the old doctrine Of the transmit
grafton of souls seemed whispered by
the tiny tinkle of one white bell, while
the Naturalization of another limited
that the spirit of the lady in Comus had
come again to earth and was visibly
embodied in this beautiful flower.
The u~nattending ears of Mrs. de Lam
cey, however, caught non of these
sounds as she trudged past the stately
old Graham place, where the hyacinths
stood in the yard in great groups. Far
other thoughts engaged her mind, while
her eye sought her own cabin home on
"de turr side de great house" "How
long have you been living out here?"
asked her companion, a straight, 1.-the,
chestnut colored young man, well dressed
and with a certain self respecting air
that was unmistakable.
Ever sence de beginment of de war
times I bin liv dar. Oar whar all my
chillern wuz horned. Hit gwine on 10
year sence de las one come. I jes' been
see dat gal, kase she saunt after me.
She a smart gal, she is, IN she teachin
school down in Atlanta now. De chile
done change her name so dat I doan'
know who de folks talkin bout when
dey dress her. I name her Dromaky,
arter de pictur ole merster had bout
Hector and Dromaky' hangin up in de
dinin room, but she say dat a mighty
ig'nant name, and she done change to
Ruth. I calls her Dromaky, an dat what
I 'spect to call her. I'ze So year ole, de
boss say, an you cyan't teach old dog
new trick. Amt dat so?"
Akindly smile rested on the face of the
young man who was so ~courteously carry
ing Mrs. de Lancey's black, shiny valise.
His answer was an indirect one: 81 think
Ruth is a beautiful name. Dromaky,
too, seems beautiful when it means
Ruth
"Whar you come f'om, man? You
talk sorter proper, like my gal do. I
know'd oon as I sot eyes on you when
de train stop dar you wuz a quality mig
ger bedout you openin your mouf. Now
you done tote my cyarpet bag and done
show de 'havior of a gint'man, I know
you bin fotch up right. I amt got no
disparagement bout you. 1 knows quail
ity folks when I sees 'em. Dat de kind
I bin use ter all my life. Dat de kind
Dromaky bin use to, but US doan talk
alike, 'kaze she got de vantage of eddi-
cation an book larnin more dan her
NANNY is. But she got good horse
sense, too, dat chile is, an she amt no
more shame Nv me dan eff I wuz a high
learnt oman lack de black folks is desc
days. I fotch Dromaky up right. When
she want to be runnin round wild, lack
some de black chillern an de white chill
lern, too, does, I took holt Nv her, I Ibid,
an I checktise dat gal tell I rectify her.
Dat huccome she so spectacle and 'spon-
sibled now Chillern got ter be check
tised, man!'
Again that pleased, quiet, happy smile
played over the face Of the young man,
who had just reached out a smooth,
brown hand to take the rough, horny,
age veined hand Of Dromaky's mother
and assist her in stepping across a mud
dy place in the path that, turning aside
from the big road, led by a nigh cut"
to the whitewashed cabin among the
clustering pines.
lis the nearest house your home-the
n with the honeysuckle ~clambering
over it and the jonquils in the yard?
How pretty they look!"
"Dey bleedged ter look bright, dem
blooms is, 'kaze Dromaky sot dem
out when she want knee high to a
duck. She a mighty chile fur lovin
flowers, an ole miss gin her dem roots,
'kaze de pig yard done o~vergrowed
wild 'em, an she want mo- room for
her hyacinths what you see bendin an
wavin bout yonder. Dromaky wuz
de white folks favorite an de black
folks ~favorite too. Wharsomever dat
chile go she 'taches folks to her. She
ain Misconceptions an bigoty like some
gals, an she got heap a fun bout her"
By this time they had reached the
gate Of the little yard with it's clumps
of pines, its patches Of tender grass, it's
great bed Of daffy-down-dillies dancing
in the February breezes, and like the
face of Lady Una making sunshine in a
shady place The young man held the
gate open for Diana to pass in first, hest
tated a moment, then went in himself,
saying, 81 will put your valise on the
porch"
"You got ter eat a snack wild me,
man. You done act de gentleman to me.
You must er come from de low country.
De black folks and de white folks bofe
down dar got raisin's and behavement.
Dey amt got no righteousness an de
disparagement dat de folks got up hyar
in dis part de worl. Us used ter live
down dar after we coined f'om Freder-
lcksburg, fore we coined up hyar. Come
long in an oat a smack wid mo ptuino