The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1875-10-01
a DusIxy Visitors story of His
First LOYe-POeGry 1and
Murder.

he cOuIU WnIp many u Digger
man, nevertheless. He had a big
quid in his mouth, which he shift
ted from one side to the other as
he halted again in the second
doorway.
ais yOu de head boss?" he re.
peated to the person sitting at
the desk within.
''No; but what do you wanty"
''Pse after de head boss, sah."
1t was at a moment when two
or three hours of hard work made
little relaxation agreeable to the
young man addressed, who replied
that while not the head boss, yet
he might be depended upon to
render any service to his visitors.
"What can i do for you?" he
said.
"Well, boss, Use got some
po' try heah dat 'jecturcd you
might put in your paper" at the
same time extending roll of
manuscript, wrapped in u suspi-
ciOusly greasy piece of paper.
Poetry and the newspaper
man wpeeled around. What 8
your name?"
"Sam, sab"
Where do you work."
cat the terbaccer warehouse.
/ coopers de barrels.
"And you have found time du-
ring the absorbing duties of your
humble but honorable occupation
to write poetry"
"Well, not 'dzackly, boss; you
see l found dat paper, and some
o de gentlemen down at de house
said it was love po'try, and told
me to bring it up heah."
"Sam, are you in lover
Sam sat down, turned his quia
and settled himself for talk.
Meanwhile the boys began to
gather from the other room.
Sam addressed each of them
Familiarity, and then smiled OH the
questioner.
"Not now, sab; | was once III
dat vely fix, sah, but Sc quit
dat now"
What could have thus driven
the tender sentiment from your
heart, Sam"
''Well, sab, YOU see, when was
boy, down in Green county,
belonged to Henry Smith you
didn't know him, did yer, boss
No, didn't 'spect you knowed
him cause that's been some time
ago. Well, AS tOie you, was IA
boy, like bout seventeen, and
loved u gal named Susan, and she
had brother, and he didn' like
me-"
THAT was unfortunate for you,
but it only proves that true love
never does run smooth"
Oar wasn't nothin' about it to
run, sab, but blood" returned the
dark man and brother.
Blood in a love match, Sam
You surprise me. How was Itr
Il killed dat Niger, sah."
"The devil you did. What for?"
II Just killed him, boss, else
he'd killed me-"
Sam spit on the floor, give his
tobacco another turn, and quietly
gazed on the ceiling as his audi
ence stopped to take breath"
"Killed your sweetheart's bro
Their, Sam" after awhile said tho
managing man, wasn't that a Gu,
rious way of conducting court
shipI"
"Sah:"
wasn't thVt rather strange
way to get a wifeT'
MAY look dat way to you,
boss, but l felt called on to do
zomethin' to dat niger very sud
den, and l done it You see l
was couItin' like, and was set
tin, down by her on u log out in
tic yard wild my arm rcstin' round
her Waste sol ter lovin' like, as de
white folks do, when dat niger
cum out dar and begin to cuss
and 'rar round and skeering Su-
san, which l thought l orter take
keer of her, bein' as l was sorter
protectin' her like, when he cum
out"
That was cOMMendable in you
and highly reprehensible in the
brother"
''Sah?"
"You were right, Sam, and the
brother was wrong"
20, yes, sab, dat's what YOU
mean. Well he KEEP ON a swearin
and cuttin' up around dar and Su-
san, she got pale and seaky like
and got mad then; and tolc dat
niger to go away from dar and
let me alone, else gwine to iniure
him. Den he cussed and tore, and
pulled out a big butcher knife an
started to me, and said he gwine
Ia give my insides some air.
did you retreat, Sam, in the
very presence of your adorable
who's dat?"
'Why, Susan, your sweetheart;
did you pun away and thus de-
preciate yourstanding in her eyes?"
"Oh, yes, now l know what you
mean Run away? boss, wish
you'd a been dar."
"Why SO, SAM
"Wcll, sab, dat niggcr cum at
MA wild dat knife, and know dat
my time was come IL didn't do
somethin' powerful quick, so /
jes drap my han down in We peck
ct of my coat, and dat Niger stop
ped right whar' he was
Il suppose he had some apprc-
tensions that you meant to draw
u weaponi"
"Weepin'! Oar wasn't NO use to
draw no weepin' Tor dat niger
was dead as il lightAin' had struck |
him. When l drapped my hau
down in dat pocket ii fell right on |
pistol, and de pistol 'spIodcd, |
and dar wasn't no more tarin' dim
by dat young Niger"
you astound me. Can il be
possible that you thus forever de-
stroyed all hope of your future fe-
licity in the society of your be.
loved by thus ruthlessly staying
her brotherg'