Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 23: what you’re looking at

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16 ee BONNY JEAN. had been said, the bride turned toward the new-made husband, -and pointed one trembling finger at the craven. _ **Gabriel Black,” she said, slowly, and her voice, though low, was wonderfully clear and distinct, ‘‘I have fulfilled my share of this hateful contract. I have become your wife; but never dare to claim me; never dare to show your hated face in my presence. Outof my way, sir! There is your road ; mine is in another direction.” And before the astonished group could utter a word, Jean drew her mother’s hand through her arm and led her from the cabin. Gabriel Black stood transfixed with astonishment, too overcome by surprise to attempt pursuit. And the two women hurried away. In a pasture, inclosed by a rail fence, and quite out of sight of the camp, two horses were grazing peacefully—creole ponies, short of limb and shaggy of hide, but with any amount of ‘‘ go” in them. These creole ponies pussess wonderful endurance. They can carry you miles on a keen gallop, eat rice straw for food, seldom taste grain, and do not know the meaning of a stable. On the river-bank, near by, under a huge cypress tree, a diminutive negro boy lay, a straw hat, without a rim, perched on the back of his wooly head, his face_black as ebony, his round eyes lazily watching the fishing-rod, which he patiently held, with the hope of catching a cat-fish for the evening gum- bo. Jean approached the boy hastily. | ‘*Zip,” she cried, ‘‘come here.” The boy sprang to his feet, and, having fastened his fishing- rod in the forks of a tree which leaned over the edge of the stream, hastened to where the two stood, doffing his apology for a hat. ‘‘Sarvent, miss,” said he, showing all his ivory teeth in a broad grin. pete ‘«Zip, continued Jean, trying to speak carelessly, ‘‘I want you to go into the pasture and catch Dixie and General. Sad- Eomichbooks (E(o) =)