and demand in no good part. She began to sputter, but his heavy voice rode over hers and quenched it:
"Keep still, ol' woman! I want to see your betters. Whar's my Jane Ann?"
"Lawsy massy! what kine ob a man is yo'?" squealed the fat old colored woman. "T' come combustucatin' inter a pusson's kitchen in disher way"
"Be still, ol' woman!" roared the visitor again. "Whar's my Jane Ann?"
The butler appeared then and took the strange visitor in hand.
"Come this way, sir. Miss Kate will see you," he said, and led the big man into the front of the house.
"I don't want none o' your 'Miss Kates,'" growled the stranger. "I want my Jane Ann."
Heavy's little Aunt looked very dainty indeed when she appeared before this gigantic Westerner. The moment he saw her, off came his big hat, displaying a red, freckled face, and a head as bald as an egg. He was a very ugly man, saving when he smiled; then innumerable humorous wrinkles appeared about his eyes and the pale blue eyes themselves twinkled confidingly.
"Your sarvent, ma'am," he said. "Your name Stone?"
"It is, sir. I presume you are 'W. Hicks'?" she said.
