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"22 assais thai what you say is bound ah
Kays to come true, 2fom Bee."
Tho doctors summoned to Winifred
Thome's bedside wero unanimous in th
opinion that she should not be moved for
some timo to corns; so, for two months
or more, Col. Thome and Miss Elvira too
up their abode -with Mrs. Herry.
Zu3sys case excited universal sym
pathy, though Missy herself did not make
an attractive invalid; she was exacting
and self frilled to a degree that taxed the
utmost patience of all who -waited upon
her, the colonel alone excepted, "who, of
all her attendants, vrasto Miavy the least
accaptoble. Misinterpreting liis.fixrxious
countenance, Kho resented his -watchfulness
as though it were intended to rebuke
her rash escapade, and agTi and again
she repeated .that she was not sorry she
had tried to go to her brother. Yet at
tunes a strange, dull anguish, to -which
she would give no utterance, weighed
upon fins ardent yenng spirit, when for
.hours she would he in silent, hopeless
contemplation of the changed life that
awaited hec For by dint of Giory-Ann's
pft repeated adnronition, thai if she did
not keep very still she would never walk
igain, Missy had come at last to under
tand -what was her doom.
"It seems thai wiiat you say is bound al
ways tocome true, Morn Bee," she sighed.
Don't yon remember th night my
ither drove Brer Nicholas away, and I
in out in the rain, you said then I was
pin' to be all crippled up, so I could
Mom Beers heart smote her. "Dullaw,
.ow, honey, hukkom you 'members all
ich ez dat? Dont you know yo' olo
tommy jsr sesao ter mek yen obey?
Doctors is got a heap mo' sense den mos'
n us; en' you Jos' min' what do say, you
gwan hop often dat bed spry ez a cricket,
But in this prophecy Missy put no
faith, Lying weary and helpless upon
her bed, slie pondered many things in
ber small brain with a seriousness beyond
ber years. Striving to picture to herself
vhat life would bo on crutches, she had '
iegun to finda sort of pleasure in making
lans for such a life. It seemed now to
lissy that, since she could no longer run
aout at wilL and climb trees, and wade
iithe "branch," she might as well take
ludly to quiet, young lady ways, and
ebrnit to be educated. Therefore, when
at last sho was allowed to roturn to
TJorne Hill, she astonished her father
ad her aunt Elvira by the announce
ment that she would like to have a gov
cneas "right away."
The colonel, anxious to gratify her
erery whim, and greatly rejoiced that
lr desires had taken so commendable a
direction, wrote to his aunt in New
Tork, begging her good offices in the
election of a governess much as he
vould liave written for any bale of mer
thandise. The colonel's aunt, Mrs. Lorrimer, was
as fixed in her opinions as the colonel
was in his, and she positively declined
the responsibility of selecting a governess
for "Winifred Thorne. The colonel, she
argued, was not yet past the prime of
life wherefore should 6he send a woman
to Thome Hill at the risk of bringing
about a matrimonial crisis? But, as sho
felt an interest in the child that bore her
name, sho earnestly entreated her nephew
to let her have charge of "Winifred in
New "York, where she could have ths
benefit of treatment by specialists anda(
the sanio time receive the best instruct
The colonel acknowledged the wisdon;
of this plan, but he was loath to send
"Winifred away from him just yet; an3
while he was still pondering this necea
sary step Christmas came round again.
To Missy this Christmas was a grievous
disappointment. She had cherished the
hopo that Nicholas would return at this
season, and wlien the day came and
passed without hiin she was in a state of
almost frenzied distress.
"Father Father! Where is Brer Nich
olas?' sho cried, pushing away the gifts
that had been lavished upon her.
It was a question the colonel could not
"Don't you everthink of him"' pleaded
the little sister, with her slender hands
pressed against her aching heart. "I
think of him all the time. I don't ever
forget him. Oh. father, suppose ho ia
hungry this Christmas day!"
Her father turned upon her a face
stony in its despair. ""We must forget
hun," he said, hoarsely. "He is not to
be found for any search of mina. To
forget is all that is left us.'
"Oh, what does tin's mean?'' cried
Missy, wringing her hands.
"It means that he has hidden himself
out of our reach," answered the colonel,
"If I were a man," cried Missy, clinch
ing her small nets fiercely, "Pd search
the big world over."
The colonel was hurt that Missy should
doubt he liad done his best, but his pride
disdained to explain what unavailing ef
forts ho had made to discover, for her
sake. Ids son's retreat; and Missy, ignor
ant of this, felt her heart waxing ever
more and more bitter against her father.
She did not know that she was miserable
because of this bitterness; she thought
she was miserable only because she miss- j
"MM her hrotuor,
$& HHjway, ? VitftJ
Missy, "however, had by no means
abandoned the hope of her brother's re
turn. Some day he would surely come
home, and in this confident expectation
her energies took the form of a feverish
ambition to improve her mind. Brer
Nicholas must not find her the ignorant
child he had left crying to him in the
rain; she must strive for the commenda
tion of the beloved absent brother; for
him shestudiod as her strength permit
ted; for him she labored at the detested
piano, in a pathetic anxiety that her
mind should atone for the defects of the
poor little body, lamed in the futile ef
fort to reach him.
And now a great dread possessed Col.
Thorno, a dread lest Missy should become
morbid through the indulgence of this
insistent desire to recover her brother,
and he suddenly determined to take her
at once to Now York and put her under
the care of a physician, as his aunt had
repeatedly urged him to do.
This was in the summer of I860. Col.
Thorne was one of those who felt sure
there would be no war; therefore, when
he found, after a few weeks in New
York, that "Winifred was in a fair way
to improve, and that sho could be con
tent to remain with her aunt, he did not
hesitate to leave her when he returned
homo in October. Hischild, he thought,
could travel homeward with friends at
any time, or he could go to her.
When the fighting began the colonel,
like many others, declared that it would
all be over in less than sixty days; but
as the war went oa. an ever deepening
horror he rejoiced, even while his heart
ached for the sight of her, that his little
lame daughter had been leftin New York.
Ho did not see Missy again until the
fall of 1865.
CHAPTER X X I f.
xmvs of kicholas.
Five years had added some inches to
Winifred Thome's stature, but she was
a tiny creature still, and she still went
lame, leaning on a quaint little crutch
with a handle of carved ivory, by help of
which she moved with a grace and facil
ity that mocked at pity. The hue of
health was on her cheek, whence the ob
noxious freckles had vanished; her mouth
no longer looked too largo for her face;
her great gray eyes had taken a deeper
coloring, a warmer light; the sunburned
streaks in her brown hair had disapn
peared; Winifred Thorne had bloomed
into a piquant, unusual beauty, and her
very lameness gave her a romantio
cljarm. Her father's heart, even in the
midst of the misfortunes following the
war, throbbed with a proud joy when he
looked at her. She surpassed his utmost
hopes this dainty creature, all spivat,
and fire, and grace.
"Why didn't youfoUow him?'
Col. Thorne had grown to love this
little lame daughter of his with a jealous
and exacting devotion, but Missy's regard
for her father did not exceed the limit of
a dutiful respect, and jret the marked
changes that she found in him appealed
strongly to her tenderness. Ho had been
gray ever since she could remember him,
but his hair was white now, and there
were deep lines in his face and he had
contracted a stoop that gave him an air
of feebleness, but he retained the same
stern reticence, and his daughter, albeit
Ehe was no more afraid of him now than
of old, shrank from him still with a feel
ing that was half regret and half impa
tience. It was impossible for the colonel
not to seo this, but it was his way to suf
fer in silence.
And not only were the colonel and his
daughter changed in the momentous
years that had gone by since Winifred
was last at home, but Thorne Hill itself
was no longer the same. Missy found,
indeed,the same house, the same grounds,
but half the broad acres lay untilled and
many of the familiar faces of the negroes
"What ha3 become of them all?' she
a6ked ber aunt.
"Freedom," Mias Elvira responded,
with plaintive brevity, glancing up from
the pages of Bishop Ken.
Miss Elvira was much less changed
than Col. Thorn-. She still wore the
same gentle, helpless look thss had
tempted the childish tyranny of her
niece, and she still read Bishop Ken
to the neglect of other duties. However,
she did now lay aside the cherished vol
ume long enough to give Missy some
account of the Thorne Hill slaves.
"They didn't all go," she said; "the
old ones who can't do much stayed, and
some of the most sensible signed con
tracts to work oa shares. But wo are
better off than many others. Fm sure I
don't know how your Aunt Pauline,
with Flora and two little children, is to
manage. .Alack was killed at Ghicka
maugs, you know." And Miss Elvira
Micsy, who had seen only the-pomp cf
war, was just beginning to realize its
misery. "We must live-for one another,"
she cried, with generons sympathy.
"I don't knor-aso that," Mies Elvira
objected, with a prudent hesitation.
"You know your Aunt Paulino likes her
own way,. &ud wo wouldn't wish to givo
up Thoraii Hill-to her-svrqy.- Then those
children with no regular ncrse it
wouldn'tbecomforcaye Wlsifred, I
iJyGi&fJudh " if K SWI $&
suppose tlrey'IT get on somehow, with
your father to advise. Cousin Myrtilla
manages very well with one of the fewins
to look after what is left of her planta
tion. Paul has a situation in a law office
in Savannah and Judge Chad wick has
taken the other ono of the twins in his
office. It's lucky that Lottio is engaged
to be married to the; judge's son. I hope
Bess may Trak"A as good a match, for it's
little enough Cousin Myrtilla can do for
Winifred listened to all this in sad si
lence; she felt as if she had come, not to
the old home she used to know, but to a
strange new world of serrow.
"Why they all wasted to quit, I'm
sure I dont know the negroes, I mean,"
Miss Eh7irAcontmued plaintively. "Your
father offered them every inducement,
but they'd rather starve on freedom, I
suppose. Daphne was one of the first to
go. She is in town taking in washing,
and working harder than ever she did in
her life. I saw her test-week, and she
looks as if she hadn't enough to eat.
Tom Quash he married Amity, you
know is a waiter at the hotel, and
Griffin Jim is a barber. I believe he
earns a good deal by odd jobs; yet he
declines to take old Dicey, hi3 mother, to
live with him. Dicey is helpless now;
she can't walk, and she can't even feed
herself; so Griffin Jim thinks she is bet
ter off with us. I'm sure we don't want
Griffin Jim to take her away; we've
been used to her to long." And Miss
Elvira began to weep afresh.
"And Mom Bee?' Missy queried, anx
iously. Missy had been at homo some
hours when this conversation took place,
and her heart was burning to know why
Mom Beo did not come to welcome her.
Miss Elvira wiped her eyes and stiffen
ed herself. "Glory-Ann is with her
family in town," she said, with strong
indignation. "Your father tried his best
to have her stay here. He built her
house and he offered her a cow and some
pigs; but Cinthy, that daughter of hers,
wouldn't .agree to it. She made Glory
Ann believe that we had designs upon
Missy burst into tears. ''Mom Bee
might have waited for me," she sobbed.
"Oh, Winifred, don't cryf Miss Elvira
entreated, weeping herself. "It doesn't
do one bit of good. I do believe old Gil
bert TTvmKlf would have left us if he
'hadn't gone long ago."
"I don't!" cried Missy. "And one of
these days ho is coming back; he is sure
to coma back; he promised ma."
"Winifred? What do you mean?" ex
claimed Miss Elvira, startled into an en
ergy of emphasis most unusual.
"It was me sent him away," Winifred
declared exultingly , reckless of grammar.
"It was me wrote him a pass. And I
gave him my gold chain and bracelets
for Brer Nicholas to turn into money.
What did I care for trikets, and my
brother, my dear, dear brother, in need?"
"Winifred, you surely never did do
that?" cried Miss Elvira, aghast. "Your
"I did more than that," Winifred re
turned, with a proud, sad smile. "I
tried to go to him myself."
"I trust 3Tou have grown wiser, child,"
said Miss Elvira, primly. "One rarely
meets any return for such sacrifices."
"Oh, aunt Elvira? Don't you know
that love pays itself in loving? If I did
wrong to try to run away, I bear my
punishment a life long punishment;
but I can't, I can't be sorry for the effort
I made to find my brother.'"
"This is rebellious," said Miss Elvira,
reaching out her slim hand for Bishop
Ken, as for a talisman. "You oughtjto
resign yourself to his loss.'
"If he were dead, yes," said Winifred:
"but until I know that he is dead" she
faltered, with blanching lips "Oh, aunt
Elvira, did you never know tho might
of a lovo that is stronger than life,
stronger than death? It seems to me
that my brother must live until I see
him again, or he must send us a message,
even from the grave."
"Winifred, you shock me!" said Miss
Elvira; and immediately she took refugo
in Bishop Ken, holding tho littlo worn
book close to her eyes as was her habit,
and pretending to read, while slie glanced
furtively over its top at her irrepressible
niece. "Winifred," sijhed she to her
self, "is going to be no easior to manage
now than when sho was a child."
A few days later Glory-Ann visited
Thorne Hill in great state. Sho arrived
in a hack, the recently acquired prop
erty of Griffin Jim, who expected to
make a fortune out of the traveling
Mom Beo had grown older, and she
looked more stately than ever in her
Sunday attire of black alpaca; but she
forgot her age and her dignity, and took
her nursling on her lap, and shed tears
"My po' littlo honey been gone all dese
years, en' I ain't seed her no mo' ontel
she wuz plum growed up? You aiu' fur-
got yo' ole mammy, is you, honey?'
"No; I'vo forgotten nothing," Wini
fred declared, between tears and laugh
ter. "You know how you used to tell
me that I should 'hone' after thh old
plantation; and it all came true. I
dreamed about the blackberry patch, and
the spring, and the souppernong arbor;
and nothing ever tasted half so good as
your corn dodgers and buttermilk."
"Dullaw chile, don't talk!"
"And you said once that I should nerer
dance," the girl reminded her, with a sad
"Don't lay that up beginsfe me, Miss
Winifred, now don't," Glory-Ann en
treated. "Fac' is, honey, deso am' no
times ter be dancin', wid your paw
agittin' gray in trouble, en' Mawse Aleck
Gage done got hisse'f killed in de wah,
en' Mawse Nick ain' nuver hecrd fum"
"What has become of the Furnivals,
Mom Bee?" Missy interrupted, suddenly.
"Gawn, honey, all on 'em!" said Glory
Ann, with solemnity, "Da Lawd is done
wiped 'em olean otren de face o' de yeth
Miz Furnival, sl-e done dade, natchul
lak, but de res' oa 'em wa men f olka, en'
de perished in de wah."
'"Don't tell me any moro about the
war!" cried Mksy, turning pale. "I had
hsped thoy might know something of
Brer Nicholas. Oh , Mom Bee! Mom Bee !
what has become of my Jwothcrr'
"Honey, dortt you tote eorrer long
o' what is pas en' gawn,' counseled
"Oh, it isn't thatP cried Missy, pas
sionately. 3t is thoTago of helplessness.
When 1 waa acbild I csed to think all
knowledge and power came with grown
up years; but now I rem 3 ciiild no
longer, and I do not knovr what to do to
hav my vLsh. I cturc forget Mm! I
must hear from hlrnl I must! I must!
God is good, acd surely sotxio day Go.-
will give my brother back to bis home!"
"Hush now, hoscy, en' I gwsn tell
yjmsoethmy' said jGlory-Ann, lowejr-
mg "her voice mysteriously, (xtory-iann
had come to Thome Hill quitaas much
for the purpose of telling this "some
thing" as to welcome Missy. "Doy is a
stranger in Tallahassee frum de Big
North I done-furgit his name; en' I ain'
seed him, not ter git speech wid him,
mun but I 'lows ter some day bom-bye,
'cause I hear tell ho is met up wid Mawse
Nicholas -somewhere in de wan."
"Oh, where?" cried Missy, dropping
her crutch and clasping Glory-Ann's
arm. "Why didn't you follow him?
"Now, lis'n at dat chile! AUers so
heady!" said Glory-Ann with injured
dignity. "Fse olo 'oman, Missy; you
furgits dat. How I gwan to f oiler a lim
ber young gemman? Is I gwan holler at
bin on de streets, lak I done lef ' my
"Oh, go back to town and find him,
and tell him, for tho love of heaven, to
come to me!" Missy implored,
Gkry-Ann drew herself up majesti
cally. "I'se s'prised at you, Missy, I is
dat," said she, severely. "Is dem de
manners dee larn't you at the big north?
You a bawn lady sendin' ter a gemman
ter come ter see you? Don't you go ter
sen' him no word ter come."
"It isn't as if I were like other girls,"
said Missy, reddening, as she stooped to
pick up her crutch. "This makes a dif
ference." "Yes, hit do meker diffttnee; hit meks
hit all de wusser, Missy. Don't you sen'
no word. Mo'ovef en' besides, how yo'
know yo' paw gwan admit a Yankee ter
git ter speak wid you? I hear tell mas
ter is 'fused ter be'quainted wid him."
"And does my father know oh, does
he know that this man ha3 met my
brother?' cried Missy, with indignation
burning in her eyes; but this feeling
passed instantly. "Ah, no! no!" she
sighed, "he can not have heard it."
"He don't bullieve hit, honey. En'
what he don't bullieve he won't buflieve;
don't you know yo' paw?"
"Then I shall inquire into this matter
myself," said Missy, with decision.
"Don't you go sen' no word, Missy;
dat ain' no way fur you ter do."
The habit of submission to Mom,Bee's
rebuke was not yet extinct in Missy's
breast; she blushed, 6he sighed, sho
wrung her hands in angry impatience,
but she did not insist. "What then am
I to do?' she cried.
"Ain't I done tol' you I 'lows ter git
speech wid him bom-bye?" said Glory
Ann, reproachfully. " Whyn't you wait?1
"Ha vent I waited for years?' cried
Missy. "Promise me to seo him to-morrow;
I will have patience until to-morrow."
"I ain' gwan back ter-morrer; Pse
como on a wisit, en' I ain't in no hurry,"
Horn Bee declared.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Winifred.
"You might come back, you know, and
stay forever," she coaxed.
But Glory-Ann was obdurate. There
was a certain atstinctaon in Demg a
visitor at Thorno Hill, and this old lady
of color was disposed to make the most
HAD I BUT KXOWN!
Winifred went to Jiim and put her hand on
The next day came Lottie and Bess,
with their grandmother; like Mom Bee,
they came in a hired hack, for Mrs.
Herry had been glad to sell her carriage
Cousin Myrtilla looked old and worn,
the more so, perhaps, that she no longer
indulged in the coquetry of dress. Her
granddaughters were young ladies now,
and it taxed her straitened resources to
the utmost to furnish their simple ward
robes. But Lottie and Bess carried light
hearts in spite of empty purses. They
rejoiced over Missy, and they rejoiced
also over her New York outfit. Thcso
sisters had gloried in wearing homespun,
but now that the war was over they were
not proof against the attractions cf silks
and velvets, and Missy's pretty dresses
offered such brilliant suggestions for
making over certain old finery their
grandmother had stored away.
But the cut of a sleeve, the adjustment
of a flounce, could not rivet Mis3j'3 in
terest while her hesrb -was burning to
learn whether, by any chance, her cousins
knew anything of the stranger who had
"Oh, take all the things home with
you," she said, impatiently. "But tell
me this, have you met I mean, do you
know anything about a stranger from
the north" And Winifred faltered
forth the information Glory-Ann had
Lottie and her sister exchanged glance
but-did not epeafc.
"You are keeping, something from
me," cried Winifred.
"He was in the Yankee -army," said
Bess, with chilling brevity, "We- don't
know him." And again, her-eyes sought
"But about his meeting -cUb Brer
Nicholas?" persisted Missy.
"WelL Missy, you kaow if cousin
Jasper dont concern himself about it,
there is no reason why we mould,' said
Lottie, and ehe would have talked of
something else; for her cousin Nicholas
had long ago faded cut of her interest so
completely that she coslfi not divine the
strength and tha farror of Missy's, devo
tion. But Missy would not allow the
subject to bo dismispd.
"What is his nam?""ihtt asked.
"Why Ehouki I trsnlSe myself about
his name?" said LotEi impatiently-.
"Is there auy way for me- to sea him?"
persisted Winifred, desperately.
"Winifred Thomef cried her cousins
in chorus. "Tha enemy of ycur coun
try? Surely yea wouhi nos speik to
"If he can telk mo anything of my
brother I would go down on my knees
to him!" Winifred declared, with a
tresmlous f-ryor. , "Oha, LjQSie'-jQJi. J
MSsft f jMlul i S ill
' " ' " TTTr, r
BesSf "Yiau "3o not anderstan3." Brer
Nicholas was all I had to love."
"You had your father, and you havs
him,6tilV' said Lottie with virtuous-reproof;
though she did not think that she
herself would have liked the-colonel for
"And your Aunt Elvira," 6aid Be9S,
reproachfully; and yecBesswasnot pass
ing fond of Miss Elvira.
Winifred smiled cadly. "Yes," she
said, "I suppose tfaay both loved me as a
child, but they kept qs at a distance,
while Brer Nicholas I lived close to his
heart. I have missed him always; I
shall never rest until I ibid him."
" Your'f ather will never foegxve you H
you make overtures to this Capi.
Fletcher,'" said Lottie, with conviction.
"Fletcher!" criexiWmifred, "Thought
you did not know Ms name?'
WeH if you most have the truth,
Winifred, we know his name, not be
cause w-e caxe about it, but because we
cannot help knowing it. John Lorimer
Fletcher thereTe enough of it, goodness
"My Aunt Winifred's friend!" Wini
fred exclaimed in extreme surprise. "I
know now why you and Bess looked at
each other so."
"If you were so unfortunate as to
meet him at your aunt's," said Lottie,
with a judicial air, "why you know",
Missy, that was something you could
not help, and you are not bound to
know him now, of course."
"I did not know him! I would not
know him!" cried Winifred, in strong
excitement. "He was at aunt's once,
for a few days, and I begged her not to
let him meet me. When he- enmo unex
pectedly into the room where 1 was, the
only time I over saw him, I turned my
back upon him and left hiin. The sight
of him made my whole heart burn. I
could not think of him except as an
enemy arrayed against my dear, dear
brother, who I knew must be in the Con
federate army. I never dreamed of the
possibility of a meeting between himand
Brer Nicholas, except in mortal combat,
and the sight of him was dreadful; it was
intolerable to be in tho eame house with
him." She threw herself back in her
chair, and covered her face with her
hands, trembling. "Oh, if I could have
known! If I could but have known!"
"Well, we don't know that he did any
thing much for Cousin Nicholas," said
Bess, with intent to be consoling. "And
one doesnt care to be under obligations
to a Yankee officer."
"If he did but see Brer Nicholas, that
is inuch. Oh, Bess, think how long it
has been since I havo seen my brother!
And this man is my Aunt Winifred's
friend my good old aunt, who was al
ways so patient with me."
"It makes no difference," said Lottie.
"He brought a letter from your aunt;
Cousin Jaspertoldgrandmother all about
it. He said that Mrs. Lorrimer expected
I too much when she asked him to invito
a Yankee officer to his house. He was
very angry; and that was why he wrote
for you to come homo so suddenly; and
as a dutiful daughter I don't see how
you can take any notice of this man,"
Lottie concluded, -with some emphasis.
She rather distrusted her cousin's five
years' residence at the north.
"Nobody notices him," said Bess, re
enforcing her sister's argument, "except
Mrs. Theodore Scott she was. Miss La
taste, don't you know, who used to givo
you music lessons. He was ill at tho
hotel, and she took him away, and in
sisted upon his staying at her house.
She says it is her duty to take care of
him, because his family had shown her
some kindness or other, years ago; but
people dont go to that Mrs. Scott's now,
not if they can help it."
In spite ot ' thi3 statement Winifred
Thome's heart was on fire to go to "that
Mrs. Scott's." She was sitting, the next
day, absorbed in thnj desire, when, hap
pening to glance up in the restlessness of
her impatience, she found her father's
gaze bent upon her. Sho had thought
herself alone, and started slightly, red
dening with a sense of guilt sho had not
"What is the matter with me:"' she
asked, and smiled faintly.
"Nothing; I see no fault in you, Wini
fred," the colonel replied, with an an
swering Kmile, followed by a sigh.
The tears rushed to Winifred's eyes.
All at once she comprehended that it
must be her duty to confide in her father;
and with that impulsiveness which had
characterized her decisions of old, she
"Father, aren't you going to eee this
Capt. Fletcher, some time? He is Aunt
Winifred's friend, you know."
"What do you know about him? the
colonel asked, with a searching glance.
"Did Mrs. Lorrimer te!l you of his pres
"No, no; eh told mo nothing. I did
not know of his being here until yester
day. But I wish von would go to see
"Do not ask that of me Winifred,"
said the colonel, frowning. The bitter
ness of defeat is not yet over. My aunt
expects too much."
"It is not fer Aunt Winifred's sako,"
said Winifred, in a voice that shook with
herin tensity of feeling; it is that ho has
seen Brer Nicholas."
The colonel had been striding up and
down the roam, but ho stopped short
when Winifred said this, and peemed to
ponder the statement.
"It is quite possiblo that ha raay hare
met tout brother," he E&iu at last; "but
what does that signify? I attach no im
pcrtanco to it."
"Oh, nry father!"
The plaiatrro cry tooahed de cokmeL
but it did not scfcco him. How did you
bear?" be asksd, gicomiry.
'Mem Bee tail me; and yesterday I
asked LotUe and Bssss Jibout it, bat they
know nothing; sad Ham & knows eo
littkw Oh, go to him; ba ix dear Aunt
WinifTed'B friend, jou knovr. Just once!
"Winifred, what doss tha nrean? Do
yon know tha Capt. Fletcher? the col
onel asked, auspidouxly,
"No, no; batl Ehccld be so thankful
tosee some oorwhe has eecn my broth
er" Her -role died away, choked wfth
Tbe-colcral went Co the cfhrresd of
tho- rocra, and etcod Ihcrs, locking: at
his. daug5,x across-ibs iaJerctnin epace
in gloosiT rilfnce "It is o Nicholas
he thinks eJneas,' he &fd to himself,
hitler ly; "nasal nrj vsror-gx.
"Winifred, vrfcy sscnos yea Is by
gones be, by-gecas? he edxsnd, at
last. ' 'I havo-ghwa Nichoha up !
"Ob, no! no RSaifred entivated,
shrinking as frocM bJw.
"Yon shctfiVLkaots' tae coJonel con
tinued, ia a hsrd aed hitter -Coras, tkt
because voa ushsd itvl doovnd to make
overtures . to -jpx - cxaf4g3 sgrdkat J
wTOto ogam est! cgaln; fraE.&a.Spftaawil
to rcqpond, cn&nttvrt
Hid vbleo shcrgJCj cn4 i-.csB3sdnb-ruptiy.
Winifred xzsnt to. Ma oajrut hnr
hand. on hiarm. ''tTott Jsttoti' wfesrsiio
is, than? fill2sprcd, has? faca tcsns
figured with cy atiZ&te
Her father looked at her -iri& burning
eyes. "I kaow nothing Jrtichela3
Thorne' he eoSd, coldly, dSor your
sake I wouldfcavo fcrgivca, him Ihave
tried to find him, hut ho would not be
fouzul end no ay coio -desire is to
There -aras thai. fc$ Jus Sacs cxul id
1 voice that tcseiusl: SCss? fcssafcr. "Oh,
co, no, my father, rte.faltereg.gSteoa&ry,
To forget is derfh; asd you torahim
Rnt nn , r ft,- eaWl Tr
it on tho Instant the colonel
rdf again. Xfefa! shyness mado
shrfnttorri tho verr sympathy he
, - ' i -
Yet would ia Wmifred bo cotrr-
asecL "xrv this once more-," she en-
treated. "Hear wkr Atmt Winifred'
friend Is totelL"
The ccloncl frowned and shook his
head, "Ido reattach tbigbiesfcsig-
nificance to ry chancMneetmg hz mav
have had with ZUbdbs. Pray kt mo
enraged him to find hi; pretty daughter
"I will be the- judge in tbs matter,- ha
WirrifrI CW-W n -e-JtH T.,;tt-
. . ...... my w-.... , .. ...u. ---..-..
eyes, T may speak to him for Aunt
Winifred's sake? She wua so- faithful to
"Ihereisnonrcbahility of yourmeet-r
ing him," her father replied, with cold
"Well,"0 he said, with n-siah of intpati-ence.
Winifred Thorne was now determined,
in spite of her father's opposition, to seo
Capt. Fletcher. The first time, tlwre-
fore, that she went to town to spend the
day with her cousins sho begged to have,
the carriage wait wiM-n sh and Mas El
vira alighted at Mrs. Herry's door.
"I should think you had had riding
enough after nine miles " said Miss El
vira; "but vou voung people are never i
tired." " (
Winifred did not erplain, but as soon j
as sho had seen her aunt comfortably
settled in Cousin MyrtiUa's room shoj
bravely announced to Lottio and Besa j
that she wa3 going to drive to Mrs. Theo- i
"To meet that Yankee officer!" cried i
Lottie and Bess, indignantly.
"Yes," said Miss Winifred.
"Oh, Missy! Missy!" lamented Lottio.
"We shouldn't have thought it of you
a Southern barn!"
"For my part," cried Bcas, "I would
rather never hear of my brother."
"I haven't asked you to go with mo,"
Winifred retorted, in on angrv tone, but
checked herself,, and added, with a sigh,
" w e a ociier noc cuscuss uns question, i
"Did your father give you leave?' ask
ed Lottie, excitedly. "For& he did"
"I haven't asked him. Don't say any
more; I can't help it; I don't want ta
think whether 1 asa right or -wtodc.. Let
She broke away and tastene&out: At
the gate she met Mom. Bee.
"Whichcrway you gwan, honey?"'
asked tho old nurse, snspicioualy. De
eont mo word you " wuz ter be apendin'
do day, en I come stretways ter git u
glimpso at you. I 'lows tr spen' de
flmr mvY taffi TT-T-f ill tf- svVt- I
jeetin', en' I know h ain't. Lemma l-y -w
u . -wv,. t ;v . . v. .iltain had nwnrbil from lirai aincn.
.. j ja9 uiiKf a. aiji fSv DfJTx.u j uay
Fed'ral gemrcan. vie"-
"Never mind," May interrupted, im
patiently. "Let me go!"
"You ain gwan atterhim. 30wyr now
sholy you ain't?
"1 surely am!" Missy declared.
"Den I Lin tell you hit ain't no use,"
Raid Glory-Ann, planting herself solidly
in tho way. "Miz Yhcodo Scott ia dona
got him inter a tvo-bawca tugsy, en'
tuk hiin down tor St. Marie's. Fac."
"How do yoa knov?? cnod Mhvrjr, im
"How do I know?, Akr dc bespoke dc '
buggy long o Tom Qaa3h, who it quit
do hotel en' jined de livery ctahtotf ,
Now, honey, jes yon go back ter yo
cousins en bajoy ycnrelf, en wait on buo
cumstanccu LcStun tor yo ole mammy. '
I gwan raasage."
Missy eBhcd and GalcuScted. She c
the cxirriaxe uway and rcsurzrsd to
parlor, when Lott assi Eeas wera &R
holdinc rti indirmltrm rrtm "V-fwi i
Bee foDowed hard behind, lmstoppd
upon the ihraAokU
"Oh, WiailreL irro, to g34 yrv
chmrd voer irAadF Vrvd Lci. mm
Winifred eat iown, ebiaei
Tv, Tt.wf . .! " -erurA I
'""- "" -, -m.
retaroi; "bat Hca I - w&jp Umst't
Eozkc to S. Mark's. " t( all dmyaV
At ibis "BtiFj-kjoktsi -jiKringiy, hot
Mom Be&'s -rcyocoaa pa: Mmunr impcmrl
eiiesce; seas lAvzsy,. vhr had tcmod away,
waa Done tli Tsfir.
LctothAtaftemosa, vchoa Miw Elvira
usd Sjxy hui dsportod, Uk diplata:
Morn Ee roosht a pdrato audjunc of
tTzw. nv.- v!m r.m ii.ni. yv
ea aniiocsfj, aw dst ciul &m i
iCWSO U3 CV3HJKJBV u UJ. XXIi
., -J V- V Tf..
runs ra d& TSn izsztgy 'Scr be hsacly,
. ,. . . c, ": ,
her eyes p1 ca 5 padi oook, t&e &
J . .,
never ra&ecerstin Mlcy:c
tor, he do'v-ccasctaa, nuthia kastvise.
Msspy gottor be jolssaod."
"What in tiie wrsd fe- the aiV
tor?" 2fe. Hcrry-s3kd bcwCdcrtd and
"iQs 3Zyz$&, I wcro5tr 'shamed ter
toll vou. Jtm?k?a&bt$zpd twrcn atier
dt Fed'ral gsxascszn tar 3flr Tbodk
Scott, 'earns? d oio fbol singer kad r
go let oo dati vraznv ta h had act j to giro or W" -asudA
2fejrn iokja .de ygji, juLawjU, I jKjiXBUmii U 9W7mS-fL
xn&umhx'l Hek teH!? gpftrfrfftj 22$y-f
be;, bat maweier a2agwan Enow nothln
'bout hiin, 'en 3Iissy got no business fol
lovrfn him-.xip, jas ter gi.a--axreiL-,bou4
"Certainly naygffryr? -rTerryV "Sha
said tho sagacasac CSJoxy-Aaav I wua
'bleeped, ter teSbianpSorscaiJfe.'whaS
Miz xsccdo Saott. en dJ federal wua
outen-toTsEL BctJsrili keen cntollhi'
sichJnfcxyreJ3ear acaan. Sbwaft
ia golfer-ios&ief Sy 2Sjfcstls.
mf itf SL ?
ff?8 5? ! jlf
j Jjfe t?f 3f sJf CTZ
I mTEfer t ptM SStehfiHfiS &f hk
! Mwse2ocks 'dlljugwaaheci:teif
J g 'c1J fj tt
j ? i f ?J te ff;
! nch m toedara Lkm ,
j Jf LfTLiS!
fef?- "? ft?
. XTtSO v jfrnataIA
J cntae-'eapf. UrgfS.a.matSJ'
! P TJ'ZL?
intent peramsgs ia ofcfcan
' her approval? $be &aulx! ia en fiasfiaaa
The catttain wss-seSCeil lit ClU In
Mrs. Theodore-ScsC&pxim.SsIe' parlor,
writing n Jctier. and: ho djiLaot rfihih thrt
roterrnpica;yct.hi -vraa agrdcahly im
pressed by hstatalyirsanuer of this old
negro woroanjnn. bin homespun, gown
and a towering yellow turban,
"Weil." he eciu, with a. &gh. of impa
tience, "whit can. I da for yoa my Rood
I ncssed hunv" shocouingntgdtohanig
"rse GkKy-inn suh,"" she said, witha
secontTcabcffiancr "wl2 missed Mawsa
Nick; Jfcnwc Nick what you. met up. w id
' in de wah ehe cxplmra?d.anTfrgrwjv sce-
1 ?ucrthaheTSfcvtnoijrn of com prehension.
j "Ma wsj Nichala Thorno, tuhto sbof
"Ohf " ezxhdmcd Capt- Fletcher, push
i ing away his writing rotCeri:iia, "Who
i sent you?'
"Dairaw. mawstery dea&lTnobody sont
me: I coma, a ray own. notion. I missed
all dc Thocne ckfllfflu on Muwy, sho am.'
studyin' naihln hut Muwso Nick"
"Missy? the captain rapmtcd, inquir
ingly. It was & namo b had never
"Dat'a 13k Winifred Thorn
"Ah, ye:.; I understand, " said John
Fletcher, hitfng bis mustache to hide a
smile. Hha. Whurcd Tlwrne wns tho
young- lady who ias turned hr back
upon nim aat dx m Xrs. Lormnr's
parlor, nod march! am of the room.
Mr. Lorrmor liad tokl bit lr hfrtory
afterward; ami be had jtrointeed to be
friend this-defiaut jottu lady& brother,
if ever Ujq opportunity should offer.
And, strange to my, tiio opportunity
did offer. Nichoh? Thorso was wound
edand taken pruKuwr at NaflbrrflJw; yet
Capt. Flotchtjr might nevur lt&vo board
of him, azcppt for hu okl BAfrro. vrlto.
following after, in mortal terror of ho
and fchall. and by diot. ot shear pumist
ency of inquiry, had found Iris yountr
master in the hocptiaL and had uttdatod
upon being held priaouor with him.
Ail this tlbo eaptnin tokl Oleryutsui.
"Bn wuz dat oUl nigger a roan Caccd.
grtnnin' ofo niggar, wid big tooth, on' hia
name w Gilbert, nrbe walked luppity
hop?" ufae ankad. brenta'cratr.
"I bcKaw Giibf?vKu hia namo," tha
"LtoaiiMtzin' powers!! Ofcrmnn Oilbturt,
tubbu sho! Wh-ii a- jrrot ritr olo man
' jhun j $&.
:i" gwn, chit ira cau'c
Am' Miaay gwna bo
"JlosdljraBidt ipt. FWden;Mnflfnr.
"She UikLi&s-L .rntiMr-that tih,hnvIC
sent bieo. tin liar bnulWr."
Gior73xiMfMiiedtrKxiia horoytx d
dtw h loxigwlKtiath. 'ChimWH lb mott
! ffi'T1 ' ?
ahMid, "4b j! sxi)awil jr ex d rwr' o do
Thorn. On o Je days I d Mict
aha gwan. U.k u. ttoOon tor go tgtM&
roawuter; en don whalir Kii uluit Txt
JthxwMe Nicholas,. cfr;au.pkMev fiuhf
Therr. wtui MlXtf-uiun to.tIL ThronIi
Capt. FkchBJ!r exngtam, KfobAui- ImuI
t;ii jjtuuifnay cjAJAaim. ami u jjr-
Unftirtenagfy Caplr"lec)jar cmtid oeS
.! recall the name of tba fiula pteccjn. M
an"whr4rur wife, aii d ciidd er liv
inglre bad tnsLtfc- nctorcBonaMlaui of it,
and the ktUir Imj- wests Mra. Larriinor at
f tho tima had nvarretchd ben
"Fru porr'ful 'bleared ur yuu nmrm
tar,M(ca.id Glory-Ann, with tc pratowul
caurtcqy. "I t'neno what my po nttio
I ilvmy I fpntn do 'nmt hit all. but
know hit,wsnTv. dcinlmjtostm aorfi-o
That (mraing. JiisrJPtodis; mM to hfci
friend, Krsl'rMmdhrra 8aaU:
"You. h&Mt bau-jQail tarn;. I bnppmd
to Ml jtfu of mj having mot IfU&rAcui
Thorno Ixrfom I kmr kNox hn tzlhac
-srcttld rcaamti t rrcxtvc km, SBtLoow the
story hm JtESK HbrvntL"
"rt-waa-too gaod'txi Jbop"Kwt aH tba
mtaOzdOua Mr. 9cKt rxws MhL
Ji timinfwffTnf!ifptA oJk3or,
it0a6Mpkr Mr fll
kma&i Oasi. Lsm trurU fooc bh r &-
r000 - . .
1 "nrm ZCtJe?1tt"Jmiir tnra.
"I fa ' w a&lnr John
F&tmher-m&Sz btirftec; afi, rrktst 43
it matee -
GJoryAaa tit; yjomrnsar of "a.
koxfcfcs m A rmA tlrnMatl
float( tzmpttK&r&XrQrieaU tlit
aid not fcravpert f befaia4 okr
bibdBQ1Swro? a eteoktetaMl wtth
tow. stzn kv hired & mt&fsrkitk rin
. fj . m. - u. a. .
from "Jt&3 UttzSM," avl
"' -"" -' "--- -- m i ww
coo sb? crt oct aJo- fsc TToocim VOL
&&a xxaAM, Kjwnr, to tmr a twt
i ALA . . . .- f ,-
sac toC, rasa htr 6adtu&tm snul
mw-Lj t4 ..,
I xyyig wwajwm m niFit
wv vrth Xnrr. ta soya tvetht comm
rodo oc-te tngpoct Uta ffoUb; and vImhj
he recused, tbc a4d wax m mJtS
oo her -wy lwx to Joa. Sk haA 4oa
ber paxIc J mm for Ouy to wm
s(e tL ofcfo&ai, i tttmi wve-ffmmOtim.
WRfrf K3m ia ta