Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-08-10

a cowi - - The autumn night was heavy about them. The black forest seemed fo have oTawn al; nearer. It's shadowy depths were nlled With the grewsome noises that in- habit southern forest at night lime ,m Am t you 'fraid sometimes we're,
 lite Reinef" Gregoire asked. as he felt light shiyer run through him at the welrdness of the scene.
 . No, she answered promptly. 'I ent fred o' nothin 'eep' Bud 'a
 Then he treats you mean? I thought
 "Mista Gregoire, 3 drawing close to hlm and whispering in his face, Buds k1llln me. :, He elasped her arm. hold ing her near him, while an expression or profound pity escaped him.
 Nobody don't know, 'cep Unc' Nor timer " she went on. T tell you. he beats me. My back an arms-you ought 10 see-lt's all blue. He would O choke me to death one day wen he was drunk II Onc' Mortimer hadn't make i'm lef' go, with his ax ov' his head. Greooire glanced back over his shoulder toward the room where the man lay gleeninp. lie was wondering if it would really be a criminal act to go then and there and shoot the top of Bud Aiken's head off. lie himself would hardly have consider ed 1t crime, but he was not sure of how others might regard the act.
 That's wy wake you up, to tell you, she continued .'Then some time he plague me mos crazy. He tell me tent no preacher, it's Texas drum mer " at marry him an me, an wen I don't know " at way to turn no mo- he say, No, it's Meth dis archbishop. an keep on laughin bout me, an don't know " at the truth!"
 Then again she told how Bud had in- duced her to mount the vicious little mustang Buckeye, knowing that the lit tie brute wouldn't carry woman, and how it had amused him to witness her distress and terror when she was thrown to the ground.
 eff I would know how to read an write all had some pencil an paper, it's long go Iwould wrote to my papa. But it's no pos office, it's no relroad-nothin ill Sabine
 An you know, Mr Gregoire, Bud say he's goin carry me yonda to Vernon an fu'ther off yet-way yonda-an he's goin turn me loose, Oh, don leave me yere, Mista Gregoire Don leave me behine youf3 she entreated, breaking once more into sobs.
 'Tite Refine, y he answered, do you think Ina such a low down scound 'el as to leave you yere with that He fin ished the sentence mentally, not wishing to offend the ears of 'Tite Reine
 They talked on a good while after that. She would not return to the room where her husband lay. The nearness of a friend had already emboldened her to inward revolt Gregoire induced her to lie down and rest upon the quilt that she had given to him for a bed. She did so, and, broken down by fatigue, was soon fast asleep.
 He staid seated on the edge of the gal lery and began to smoke cigarettes, which he rolled himself of perique to- baeeo. He might have gone in and shared Bud Aiken's bed, but preferred to stay there near 'Tite Reine. He watched the two horses, tramping slow ly about the lot, cropping the dewy wet tufts of grass.
 Gregoifc smoked on. He only stopped when the moon sank down behind the pine trees and the long deep shadow reached ont and enyeloped him. Then he could no longer see and follow the filmy smoke from his cigarette, and he threw it away Sleep was pressing heavily upon him. He stretched himself full length upon the rough bare boards of the gallery and slept until aybreak.
 Bud Aiken's satisfaction was very genuine when he learned that Gregoire proposed spending the day and another night with him. He had already recog- nized in the young creole spirit not al- together uncongenial to his own.
 'Tite Reine cooked breakfast for them. She made coffee. Of course there was no milk to add to it, but there was sugar. From meal bag that stood i'll the corner UI the rOODl Sle tOGlA 1 lued5- ure of meal and with it made pone of corn bread She fried slices of salt pork. Then Bud sert her into the field to pick cotton with old Uncle Mortimer. The negro's cabin was the counterpart of their own, but stood quite distance away, hidden ill the woods. He and Aiken worked the crop on shares.
 Early in the day Bud produced a grimy pack of cards from behind par eel of sugar on the shelf Gregoire threw the cards into the fire and replaced them with 8 spick span new "deck' that he took from his saddlebags. He also brought forth from the same receptacle a bottle of whisky, which he presented to his host, saying that he himself had no further use for it, as he had sworn off since day before yesterday, when he had made fool of himself in Cloutier- vile.
 They sat at the pine table smoking and playing cards all morning, only de- sistiu0 when 'Tite Refine came to serve