The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1922-07-06

marster'S clothes on de bed dar. an d
pair O. his Shoes an know dpyl! jus
ct YOU snug. YOu'll find all DE folks
on de front porh when you 81:
through"
She closed the door. Once, winter
and summer, the boy had haIly
plunged into the river with his Indian
companions, but he had never had a
bath in his life, and ne did not know
what the word meant; yet ne had
learned 50 much at the fort that he
had no trouble making out what the
tub of water was for For the same
reason he felt no surprise when NJ
picked up the clothes; he was only
puzzled how to get into them. tie
tried, and struggling with the bree"heS
he threw one hand out to the wall to
keep from falling and caught a red
cord with a bushy red tassel; whereat
there was a ringing that made him
spring away from It, A moment later
there was q knock at his door.
did you ring, subj" asked voice.
What that meant he did not know, and
he made no answer. The door was
opened slightly and a woo|ly head APP
peared
do you want anything, subj" :.
"No"
"Den l reckon hit was anud1cr
bell-yassuh.'
The boy began putting on his own
clothes
Outside Colonel Dale and Barbara
had strolled down the big path to the
sun-dial, the colonel telling the story
Of the little Kentucky kinsman-lhe
little girl listening and wide-eyed
rs he going to live here with w.
papa"
perhaps. You must be very nice
| to him. He has lived rude, rough
| life. but I can see he Is very scnSi,
tive"
At the bend of the river there was
the fash of dripping oars, and the song
| Of the black Oarsmen came across the
yellow food.
'There they come" cried Barbara.
And from his window the little Ken
tuckian saw the company coming up
the path brave with gay clothes and
smiles and gallantries. The colonel
walked with a grand lady at the head,
behind were the bellies and beauX, and
bringing up the rear was Barbara, es,
corted by youth of his own age, who
carried his hat under his arm and
bore himself as haughtily as his
elders. No sooner did he see them
mounting to the porch than there was
the sound of a horn in the rear, and
looking out Of the other window the
lad saw a coach and four dash
through the gate and swing around
the road that encircled the great trees,
and up to the rear pOrtico, where
there was q joyous clamor of greet,
ings. Where did all those people
come from? Were they going to stay
there and would he have to be among
them? All the men were dressed alike
and not one was dressed like him.
Panic assailed him, and once more ne
looked at the clothes on the bed and
J. , then without hesitation walked
through the u1,,,TTuuy"an' stopped on
the threshold Of the front door, !
quaint figure he made there, and for
the moment the gay talk and laughter
quite ceased The story of him al
ready had been told, and already was
| sweeping from cabin to cabin to the
farthest edge of the great plantation.
| No son of Powhatan could have stood
there with more dignity. and young
Harry Hales face broke into 4 smile
of welcome. His father being indoors
! he went forward with hand out
stretched
I 81 am your cousin Harry" he said.
and taking him by the arm he led him
on the round of presentation.
Mrs. Willoughby, may present my
cousin from KentuckyT
This is your cousin, Miss Katherine
Dale; another cousin, Miss Mary; and
| this is your cousin Hugh
And the young ladies greeted him
, with frank, eager interest, and the
young gentlemen suddenly rcpressed
patrOnizing smiles and gave him grave
d greeting, for If ever a rapier flashed
from a human head, it flashed from
the piercing black eye Of mat little
Kentucky backwoodSman when his
cousin Hugh, with a rather whimsical
SMILE bowed with a pollteness that
j., was a trifle too elaborate. Mrs. Gen
eral Willoughby guessed how the lads
heart was humping with the effort t"
conceal his embarrassment, and whe
a tinge Of color spread on each Side
Of his set mouth and his eyes began
to waver uncertainty, her lptuition
was quick and kind.
Barbara" she asked, shave You
shown your cousin your ponies?'
The little girl saw her motive and
laughed merrily:
"Why, | haven't had time to show
him anything. Come on, cousin
The boy followed her down the
steyS in his noiseless moccasins,/ along
grass path between hedges of all.
cient box, around an ell, and past the
kitchen and toward the stables. AT
the gate the little girl called imper
Ously:.
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