Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1911-06-11

can DO for her? Does she ever lack for
food
''oh. no. sab There's always plenty 10
eat I'm 'frAid 20 can't buy her nothin'.
MastAh Henry. She's pound as kin-be--
and MastAh Jhwn. he's prouder n forty
kin-bes. las, sab. he 10 90. II they ever
foun' out anythin a-comin' from you
LawSee!'' The boy laughed again Why
MREtRh Henry. I've heard the ole man
s-eusEtn' out 20 family from A 70 IzEArd
straight that the hull fo-Doon- have So"
Then you don't think anything can be
done for herr
mo, sab, don't"
A loud call sounded from the direction OF
the house.
'ThA's squiah Arnold now exclaimed
the boy. He ran into the stable, and began
hastily 70 unite the bay horse. Wants his
boss. Always in q blame hurry when he
does git sta ted"
Boy" beloved Arnold. You lazy black
rascal Where's my horse.'
Hear i'm" nuttered Jerry reseutfuIiy,
as he led out the animal Always shoots
his mouf OF ~ me IKE that. Blim Is
ugly hide"
] peered out from the stable door. Arnold
was AZ the corner Of the house. tuning
about. He poured a voIley Of curses on the
young darkey as be came Up. could not
hear his words distinctly. but their char
sctsr Was unmistAkable
Jerry seemed 70 be preserving q ehutioua
or perhaps. frightened silence, and this re-
serve fingered Arnold still more Doubt
less he wac expsnding on the boy the rage
he had been forced to bottle up In the
house.
BY the time he was settled in the saddle.
per.
BY Cod" he roared. lis every soul IN
this place trying 10 drive me 20 distractions
Damn you, Jerry! Are you grtnninE At
me?"
The boy evidently replied In the negative.
for Arnold continued furiously Don't lie
10 me, you black seoundrel," He struck
him scross the face with his whip. Take
that TN wipe away your smile" He put
spurs 70 his nag. and galloped down the
back road a; top speed.
It hae AL passed too quickly for me TO
interfere
jerry re-entered the stable, his face a
blaekish- fray with pain and rage
Did yo see that sshg" he said thicliy.
DID 20 see how he hit mes An swear. II
he wasn't white genulman. Aid git even
with I'm, II II took 10 Jedgmsnt Day. Aha
cut i'm, Eush-if he wasn't white"
] eomforted the poor fellow as best I
could. In a few minutes he was ErinninE
cheerfuIly again.
An did laugh At hin. tha's the truth
he said. An seen plaster al over his fac.
wha' you hit him yestiddy. Mastah Henry.
J a ha! ] heard about H. Dad blin IT, I
couldn't hep laUghin', II on'y Ana been
thsysh when 20 wslloped I'm. And 5est
naehany died-I would 50"
fingered a long while with Jerry. in the
vain hope that Ferris would return. Al
last grew impatient and gave I'd thu
thought Of seeing her that day. Besides
] had fancy 20 trace M. Arnols's i'm
petuons course-some knowledge Of his
habits might be useful
The tracks Of his horses hoofs lay plain
In the sandy back road. and I mounted ana
followed without difficulty At the point
Nhsre the road LED into the turnpike. be
had brsnehsd off and taken a smaller path
through thu ptneE
had walked my roam for q mile OF two
along this path when. rounding a curve. 1
almost eoIlided with a woman standing tB
the middle Of the way. She vas plainly OF
The humber sort. although ] vas vsFuely
conscious o. an unusual neatness Of attire.
Be careful my good woman" ] saia.
! nearly rode over you"
she looked up Al me She was Young ana
distinctly prstty-but what Particularly
Grew my attention were the tears stiu fresh
on her cheeks ] peered Al her more closely
The light Uss aim under the pines.
What's the natter" ] asked. Ia 40.
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