Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-04-29

from under the house fairly screaming with
delight, for he had a horrible night of it.
Feeling himself adequately reinforced by
Miss Elvirys presence, his bristles rose,
and he rushed around the clubhouse and
proceeded to bay the back end of the wagon
with the greatest fury, and his Indignation
grew even greater when he heard Miss Ell
yiry's firm voice urging him to Sic, EN-.
Spot, Sic EN-
The voice aroused Sweetest Susan. but
did not seem to disturb the other slecpers.
The child rubbed her eyes, but for a long
moment she could not imagine where she
was. Then she remembered she was in the
wagon when she should be a home in bed.
And, oh. what will mamma Say%' Dawn,
still glimmering far away, sent a glimmer
OF light into the wagon, and toward this
Sweetest Susan CROPPED her way, stumbling
over Drusilla. who merely turned over with
d sigh that sounded like groan.
Who are you, anyhow" cried Miss Ell
| viry, sharply.
oh, its only met answered Sweetest
Susan. whose head and shoulders were dim
| ly outlined against the interior darkness Of
| the wagon. Take me out, please. on. this
is not home, Where am I?''
Miss Elviry went nearer; there was some
| thing about the childS voice that drew her
! ''Oh. hush up Spot" she cried To the dog;
| now ycuv started, youil never stop. She
! Went close to the wagon end and looked at
! the child well as she could. What $
| your name, honey?'
Now, soon as Miss Elviry came nearer
! the childs sharper vision recognized her
/ She made quilts, and woye counterpanes
| Tor people who were comfortably well off
| and she had in this way been a frequent
| visitor at the Abercrombie place.
rs that you, Miss EIviry? Please take
me outr'
! Miss Elviry was thunderstruck, as she
! said afterward.
| We'll. eff that ain't-Why. Well 1 know
the end of the world amt fur off now!
! Susan Wyche, what are you dom in this
! rig at this time of day, when by good rights
| you ought to be at home in bed?'
Take me out, please, Miss Elviry, and
don't scold I'm going to run to the house
/ as hard as l can
Eff you are talkin' about your own house
! you'll have. to do some extry hard runnin
| eff you get there by dinner time. You'll go
| into this house right here. 'Taint SO big
an nne. but the fire in there is lust as
| warm, and your hands are like ice"
So she carried Sweetest Susan in the
| house. put a pillow in the chair Ito make
| 1t feel like home" as she said and station
she woke her brother. DO your dressin'
| in your own room" she said; we've got
| compny this mornin'."
| Mr. Bobs didn't seem to relish this. and
/ he began to grumble in tones too low to be
| heard In the adjoining room. "Compny,
| Wen. be jing'd eff they amt afoot early,
| That's all I've got to say. bejingd eff
| tam t.. And that was all Mr.. Bobs did
! say
| Sweetest Susan soon informed Miss EIviry
| OF the facts as she knew them, and then
| remembered that Drusilla was still in the
| WaSon-and the cute little baby-yes and
| that awful man.
| Mr.. Bobs was very much surprised to see
/ Sweetest Susan in that place at that early
/ hour, and glad, too, for he and the Aber-
| crombies and the Wyches had always been
| good friends.
| You know what they say in the Bible
| Elviry: fust war, and then signs and Won
| ders That's what they say, bejingd eff
/ faint In a few moments Mr. Bobs was
I ff CIlah faa4S I,sa,
| had learned. and the fifty odd queer con-
! clusions her quick imagination had con-
| jured into being.
! 1t was quite light now, and Mr. Bobs
| selecting a stout hickory cane from his
| collection. sailed out, remarking He's got
! 10 be heap bigger than me eff / don't find
! out why he's creepin' 'roun' a-stealin' chill
! dren, and why he's crope into my prem
ises- Bejingd eff he ain t."
| But as Mr.. Bobs went out, the White
| Haired Master drove into the lane and he
| and Aaron came forward as IA pidly as they
| could. Mr.. Bobs went to the wagon turned
| the heads of the mules away from the fod-
| der stack, and then looked into the wa son
| prusila and Little Biscuit We're soundIy
sleeping, but nothing was to be seen of the
| driver. Searching around the premises
carefully and continuously Mr. Bobs pres
| emily heard voices in a pine thicket not far
! away and there was Mr. Roby Ransom
preaching a sermon to the birds and bushes
He was not preaching loudly. for he seemed
| TO be exhausted. and occasionally he leaned
against sapllng for support.
| Meanwhile the Whtte-Haired Master and
| the Son Of Ben Ali came I'D, and great was