Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-11-24

to myself
day, ate breakfast by the light of a
lamp, but Guinea was not at the table
and | loitered there after the others
were gone out, hoping to see her, but
she did not come, and then l remem-
bered that Mrs Jucklin was also alb
sent, and that the services of the meal
had been performed by negro woman
When | returned at evening, with the
droning of the chidren's voices echo
ing in my ears, it seemed to me that
! I had been gone an age. | came again
by the spring, but Guinea was not
there, but l heard her singing as
| the passage, gleefully dancing, with
broom for a partner. When she saw
me she threw down the broom and ran
away, laughing; but she came back
when she found that l had really dis
covered her. You must think that
am the sillest creature in the world"
she said, and l don't know that l can
dispute you. Millie Lundsford has just
gone home. She and l have been go
ing through with our Old-time play,
when, with window curtains wound
about us to represent long dresses,
and with brooms to personate the
brave knights who had rescued us from
the merciless Turks, we danced in the
castle. And l was just taking a turn
with a duke when you came. What a
knight you would have BEEN"
And what an inspiration | should
have had to drive me onward and to
set my soul aflame with ambition" /
replied, looking into her eyes.
1t must have been my look rather
than my words that threw change
over her; my manner must have told
her that l was becoming too serious
for one who had known her so short a
time, but be that as it may, change
had come upon her. She was no lon
ser girl, gay and airy, with romp-
ing spirit, but a woman, dignfied
Has your work been hard today?'
she asked.
1T has been more or less stupid, as
it always is," ] answered, slowly walk
ing with her toward the dining-rOOm.
When we had sat down to the table
ALI came in with his new clothes on,
and whispering to me when his sister
had turned to say something to her
mother, he said: Got something to tell
you when we so up stairs
Mrs. Jucklin was afraid that l did
not eat enough; she had heard that
brain workers required much food; her
uncle, who had been a justice Of the
peace, had told her that it made but
small difference what he ate while en-
gagged in getting out saw logs. but
that when he began to mediate over
case in court, he required the most
stimulating provender. And now,' she
she said, IF there's anything that l
can fix for you, do. please, let me know
what il is. Now, Guinea. what are you
tittprin' at? And that negro woman
doesn't half do her work, either. L
d, clare to goodness I'd rather do eV-
erytning on the place than to see her
foolin round as if she's afraid to take
hold of anything; and her fingers full
of brass rings, too. jest told her that
she'd have to take 'em off, that | didn't
want to eat any brass. Laws massy,
niggers are jest as different from what
they was as day is from night. Iaik
70 me about freedom helpin' 'em. But
the Lord knows BEST" she added, with
sigh of resignation. IF He wants
em to be free, why, no one ought 10
complain. and goodness knows l don l.
Yes, they ought to be free she went
on after a moment Of reflection. "Oh,
II was a sin and a shame to sell 'em
away from their children, but it's all
over now, thank God. Now, wonder
where your father is Alf. Never saw
sich a man in my life. Looks jest ike
he begrudges time enough TO eat. Ihere
he comes now"
The old man came in, covered with
dirt "Alf, is the shot gun loaded? ne
asked, brushing himself.
Yes, sir. Why" We looked at the
Old fellow, wondering what he meant
but he made no explanation. All re-
peated his question. "Why?' And the
old man exclaimed: "Oh, nOthin. Jest
goin' to blow that red steers head OIL
that's all. Confound his hide. | wish
I may die this minute if l ever had sich
q Jolt in my life Went along by him'
not sayin' a word to him, and II ne
didn't up and let me have both heelS
I'm the biggest liar that ever walked
log. Hadn't done a thing to him, NINA
Won. walkin' along 'tendin to my own
business, when both of his heels heW
at me. And I'll eat bite and then
go and blow his head off.
"Oh. Limuel," his wife protested;
bodv to hear you talk would think that
Won don't do anything at all but thirst
for blood. If the Lord puts 1t IN the
mind of a steer to kick you, why, II
amt the poor creeter's fault.
The old man snorted. And If the
Lord puts it in my mind To XIII 'he
steer it amt my fault, muther' Con
science alive. what are we all dressed
I'm en- ahout ." he added, looking at All.
so much stile goin on that o"uE
don't know whuther he's shucKh
corn or is at a picnic. Blow his head
off as soon as | eat bite.
To be Continued
MONTE CARLO SUICIDES.