Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-03-14

AS tney rounded the corner of the
house, there she stood on the back
piazza, half bent over n wash tub, her
red bandana tied around her head, her
sleeves well above the elbows, scrub
bling away on the washboard, and big
tears chasing each other down her
black face.
Mrs. Hill stepped out on the piazza,
and said: "Dinah, I told you you need
not work to-day, poor soul; am sorry
for you"
~ know you is, mistis; know you is,
but I bleeged to work-it help me for
git bout Brer' lobe. can't stay home,
and he amt dar."
"No. but here he! honey, here he'll"
"Jobe! Brer' Jote!"
1t was frantic cry; her sudden leap
overturned the wash tub; three steps
Mt time she flew down the piazza, and
her bare black arms were around the
neck of her elder brother.
Honey, da amt cotch you, tank God,
de gators amt cotch you, is da?"
mo, Sis Dinah, not 'zackly, but da
cotch you sukey."
"Pick out the finest pig on Orton,
Dinah, in place of Sukey, whenever
you're ready"
Tears had gathered in the eyes of
10th Mrs. Hill and Clara. while Dinah
was welcoming back the brother who.
though lost, had been found.
"Mistis," said Dinah, 81 Jus rinse desc
cloes out, and clean up dis yere piazza,
an if you please, marin, I won't work
no more to-day--I jus is ober joyous,
sides Use weak as calf"
That's right, Dinah, have day of
rejoicing"
"Uncle Jobe," said Clara, "I am very
glad the alligators didn't get you. 1
feared l had lost my fishing compan-
ion."
Dress you soul, honey, Uno' Jobe
we're yet; but 1 can't tell how long,
chile, can't tell.
"Marster, Marse Clarence say, yon
gwine gibe a t'ousand dollars fer bring
old Jobe back; desc old bones amt
wort dat, marster, but 1 tanks yer, deed
does, an my 'baccer mos out, marster,
an if wort little OBJ dat"
"Tell Corbett to give you a pound,
Jobe, and quart of apple jack, you ras-
cal. You fooled us ALL"
CHAPTER III.
YOUR MOTHER, CHILD. HAS ROMANTIC
NOTIONS"
When the ensuing Sunday arrived, II
brought with it on the Sunshine, at ten
o'clock, John Lloyd and his daughter
and nephew.
Clarence met them at the landing
with the family carriage, and they
were soon ascending the steps of the
piazza, where they were met by the
planter and his daughter.
welcome to Orton, John Lloyd! well
come, Herbert, and my fair Fannie. 1
like to have had my hair pulled for not
bringing you the other day, and have
not much to spare"
There was a general Misunderstanding,
and Herbert Lathrop seemed to try and
retain in his grasp the hand of Clara
a little longer than was necessary. She
withdrew it, and there was something
like a flush on her FACET was flush OF
indignation.
HERBERT LathrOp TOOK IL Tor flush
of confusion, and Thought to himself
as he saw the rich blood mount to
Clara's face: 81 have but to ask her
hand, and it is mine"
He little knew Clara Hill.
She knew him intuitively for what
he was.
Clara turned and gave her hand to
Mr.. Lloyd, after which the two girls
disappeared into the house, and Squire
Fill and Mr.. Lloyd started for ramble
over the grounds, leaving the young
men to kill time as best suited them
selves, until dinner.
They lighted their cigars, and
strolled over to the stables to inspect
the horses.
AS they were passing down space
between two rows of stalls. Herbert,