Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1872-08-13
THE HER Id.
LOVE AMONG THE DARKfEs.
COlOred Barber Makes Trouble In ne rouse
IoIa-He 10 followed TO Dubuque ans ewes
ND his Prey.


up his Prey.
Tn the great city Of St. Louis on
Washinotou avenue and puohtb
streets, precincts where the air Is re.
dolent with odors DAFT. que, lives q
couple of descendant, Of Ham, Of
whom it would be TO discourtesy to
say they are "dyed on the WOOL
They are black-which the Ethio.
plan takes as proof of pure blood
No accident, no freak Of the imaginN
alton, no tuSaS nature had taken
place when they came int existence
to change the natural black into
sickiy mulatto. The pater fdniLidS
had acquired something of an envia-
bio reputation as o white-washer,
while the female head of the house
assisted her partner in his efforts to
accumulate a little of the "root of all
evil" by, washing and ironing for
her white neighbors.
They had family among whom
was a maiden just blooming into at
tractive womanho0d-whose name
was Jemima Brown--for 80 she was
called by her parents. She was
eighteen and sho might have been
fair If her immediate ancestors had
not been so black. Back from her
bold forehead receded mass OF
wavy hair, whose luxuriance did
away with the necessity of q
"switcb." Her dark eyes were beau
tifully arched, and from the inner
depths came the remarkable express
sion which the eye of a Circasian la
dy never know. Her cheek bones
were a little on the elevated order,
and her nose, although neither Aqui-
line or Roman, il would be hardly
fair to designate as pug. Suffice
it to say that it answered all the pur-
poses for which it was intended.
Her lips were full and curIed some
what to display sett of teeth such
as Mrs. Woodruff would give her
hopes Of the Presidency to possess.
Her chin was doubled, which is an
indication of q healthy stomach.
Her body was framed for use rather
than beauty, and her hand, though
small, required fair sized glove.
The number of her CATERS our ia
formant forgot to mention. Such
was Jemima, and this brings US to
CHAPTER TWO.
Not far from the residence OF Jem-
ina sojourued an Ethiopian gentle
man whose favorite employment was
packing baggage on the Mississippi
packets. In fact, he was a porter
Nature had furnished him with O
back equal to any emergency
When engaged at his business, he
walked 10 an armor that would ex-
cite the Jealousy of masculine goat.
He had seen Jemima and had fall
en- like slaughtered calf on the al
tar Of her comeliness. His name was
Zebulon, for brevity sake Tapped of
Ia Zeb Twenty-Five southern SUBS
had left their darkening touch upon
his physiogHOmy. He was in love,
and pillowod his restless head each
night upon fanciful images of Jemi-
ma. He resolved to tell his love and
bent his steps towards the residen nee
of her, his adored.
CHAPTER THREE
Ii was evening, The sun was Just
getting behind stone wall of
Shaw's garden, and the houses on the
west side of the street had thrown
their shadows on the opposite side.
walks. At that hour poor, cribbed
up st. Louisans, seek the porch, or
doorstep. to cool off. Here our pail
pitating Zeb found Jemmima. He
believed not in procrastination, but
came to the point at once.
"Jemimal" | loves you'll
"Does YEP al does, and Use come
hes dis evenin' for do 'spres purpose
Of akin you To GIN me dat hand"
Oats business go an ak pa"
Zeb fed on the wing of love and
hope to the presence of "pa" whom
he found seated behind curtailed
clay pipe,in whose baked bowl burn
cd a crisp quantity Of navy tobacco.
"Mr. Brown, Use cum TO AK Won
for your darter."
"Look heah, boy, dats do best gal
dat ever slung rag into dish pan;
but in dc language of our pious par
son,it's better TO marry dan do wuss."
"Bully for you, ole man, dat's mel"
Within reasonable time the BAR
son above mentioned, made Zeb and
Jemima one, and all went merry as
marriage bell for brief spell, until
cruel fate sent an oily tongued, soft
fingered barber to mar the happiness
OF that house. He saw Jemima only
to envy Zeb, and by willy ways he
reached her ear, and poured poison
into her heart. In snort she fell
from her high pedestal of wifohood
into the arms of the barber. They
got satchel, and while tho darkness
rested on the bosom of the river, they
looked back apprehensively on the
city aud were soon heading up stream.
They reached Dubuque, and here they
NNNN0 - WAoe buNJ HuDpOSCu per-
iect security. But not so. A day or
two brought along the injured Zeb.
who had found his partner flown and
his home deserted A suspicion flash.
ed across his mind and hither he
Jane ~ search of his flying enemy
and his prey. To-day in vacant
'ot near the levee they met. The an
cry passions Of the injured Zeb well
led up, and the barber got whitish
under the ears. Zeb laid bis power
Eul digits upon the trembling collar
Of the razor man aud addressed him
thus; "Chin.scraping Nigga, wha's
lemmia 2 Use peaoeable, | respects
ie law, but if you don't tell me whar
lat gal is III! go trough you like
creased lightnin." The determined |
ManOer told the threatened trembler |
hat there was vengeance in the in. |
ured husbands eye, and he begged |
for mercy and told where |
he stray sheep might be found. |
delay Zeb sought her. a
OOk and than a ,eutta ,n.oL