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"Of course I won't," asserted the girl. "I could n't, Sukey. You know I couldn't." "Dat 's right, honey. Ole Sukey knows she can trust youse. Now run right along, chile." "What have you been doing, Janice?" asked her mother, as the girl entered the parlour. "I've been in the kitchen with Sukey, mommy," replied Janice.
There is Silence we won't say much about her; but Sukey is a nice, pretty girl." And so the old man departed, leaving it as his opinion that, since the matter could not be mended, it was just as well not to say any thing about it.
He also believed that her regard for Dic did not preclude, in her comprehensive little heart, great tenderness for other men. Sukey had, upon one occasion, been engaged to marry three separate and distinct swains of the neighborhood, and a triangular fight among the three suitors had aroused in the breast of her girl friends a feeling of envy that was delicious to the dimpling little casus belli.
A week or so later the boys heard the rumor that General Lee had surrendered at a place called Appomattox. When they came home and told their mother what they had heard, she turned as pale as death, arose, and went into her chamber. The news was corroborated next day. During the following two days, every negro on the plantation left, excepting lame old Sukey Brown.
"Dic, you know you went to see Sukey, and that you spent the evening with her." "Did she say I did?" he asked, turning sharply upon her. "Well " replied Rita, but she did not continue. The Sukey Yates road was interesting, unusually so. Dic paused for an answer, but receiving none, continued with emphasis: "I did not go into the house.
Within an hour Kennedy, summoned by an unwilling messenger, was by the wounded man's side. Billy Little was watching with Dic's mother, anxious to hear the doctor's verdict. There was still another anxious watcher, our pink and white little nymph, Sukey, though the pink had, for the time, given way to the white.
When told to advance, he made one more appeal to the captain, avowing that he was an American. The captain, with an oath, said that was the more reason for flogging him. He appealed until the marine guard was ordered to prod him with his bayonet. They had to actually drag Sukey to the gratings. Sukey's cheek, which was usually pale, was now whiter than a ghost.
"I don't particularly want to fight any place," replied Dic, glad that the ugly situation had taken a pleasant turn. "Reckon you don't," returned Doug, uproariously, and the game proceeded. Partly from disinclination, and partly because he wanted to talk to Rita, Dic did not at first enter the game, but during an intermission Sukey whispered to him:
"Why, they haven't enough sentiment to give their hero a title and an untitled hero! I declare, I'd as lief have a plain heroine, and, before you know it, they'll be writing about their Sukey Sues, with pug noses, who eloped with their Bill Bates, from the nearest butcher shop. Ugh! don't talk to me about them! I opened one of Mr.
"If she's to marry a fellow like that, Sukey shan't visit her. I'm sorry for the girl too." Beyond the hedge, in a corner of the kitchen-garden, Johnny Whitelamb lay in his wet clothes with his face buried in a heap of mown grass. It was high June now, and the garden breaking into glory.
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