Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-02-28

says it ought to have been. I would
} have set out a picnic table, with ice
J cream and candies, for those wretched
little niggas," if could I nodded
to them and wen5 away. 1t was SO nice,
J after you have made a child happy, to
} add some unmistakable sign that IL is
| quite welcome to the happiness
l knew there was nothing which they
could steal. 1 expected they would ex-
plore the pantry. I judged them by
some of my little white friends. But
the silver was locked. China and glass
would hardly be available. If, after
they had stuffed themselves with those
cookies, they should want meat and
bread and butter, I surely shouldn't be-
grudge it. Then Thought of my own
especial lemon tart, which stood cooling
on the shelf before the window; but
was not gong back to insult that manly
Jim Moncton by removing it.
just as 1 was slipping on nv dressing
gown up in my own cool, quiet cham
Der, l caught faint sound of the out
side door Of the kitchen. Something
like a shrek, or scream, followed.
Then there was an unmistakable and
mighty overturning Of chairs. I rushed
down. At the very least [ expected to
see nay romantic Rose Moncton !"
with her hands clenched in brother
Jim's kinky hair. With loosened tresses,
without belt or collar, I appeared on
the scene.
What did see? Why, saw Phillis,
Mrs. Jack Graham's black cook, with
every one of my little "niggas" in her
arms-heads of the family and all
They were there, sobbing and laughing
together, the portly Phillis the loudest
of the whole. One Of Mrs. Jacks IA
vorite china bowls lay in fragments on
the floor.
Phillis called out Historically as she
saw me. Jim discovered me the same
moment. He detached himself, went
up to the window, and bowed his head
down upon the sash. I saw the tears
roll down his cheek and drop.
Laws, Miss Garry! desc my ole
mas'r's niggers! Dey's Mas'r Mono
FONTS little nigs, cherry one! Dey's run
ned roun' under my feet in Mas'r Mono
toms kitchen many day down IN ole
Carline-bress EN- souls!" She Rugged
them again, and sobbed afresh. The
children chung 10 the old cooks neck,
and waist, and arms like so many help
less, frightened black kittens.
Phillis at last recovered her dignity;
she pointed them to their chairs. She
picked up the pieces of china in her
apron. "Done gone, anyhow-dese
pickaninnies glib ole Phillis such turn.
1t NOSE like SEEM Mas'r Moncton an
Miss Nelly demselves. Whar you git
EN-, Miss Garry %
told her.
"Bress your heart, Miss Garry Len
me cup, an git me some yeast, and
I'll bring Mistis Graham ober, an I'll
be boun', when she sees dat ar lubly
little Peyty, she'll hire him to-to-to
! Tor she'll hire him to look into his
dammit eyes,"
know she herself kissed tears out of
more than one pair of "diamint eyes"
while was getting the yeast. I heard
her.
go, Maum Phillis p [ heard Jim say.
"You think we'll hire out roun' hyar?"
'' Gould we, Maum Phillis % pleaded
Rose, her voice soft and warm now.
ewes done tired out. I'm clean ready
to drop down in my tracks long this yer
blessed stove, and nebber stir any
whars!"
I" Bress you, chillins d! You hev
tromped like sojers, clar from ole Car
line Spec it seems like home, findin'
one of de ole place hands-Phillis
knews. Oar, dar don't take on so.
Miss Garry, she'll bunk you down some
whar it's warm, and thar you stay an
rest them feet. I'll send my insists
ober, an dey two III pervide fer you,
on dis yer street; dis yer one oh de
Lords own Streets"
Well, do you think Mistis Graham
and INSISTS Garry dishonered Maum
Philiis' faith in them
No, indeed The family found homes
on g de Lords own street." Jim is
coachman at Squire Lees. Peyty is at
the sarle place, taken in at first for his
sweet disposition, and "diamint eyes,"
[ suspect. He is now favorite table
waiter.
Kit is Maum PhiIlis' right hand
woman. Rose is our hired girl. She
is somewhat given to sleepness, and to
ldllng In sunny windows, and to scorch-
ing her shoes and aprons against the
stove of winters evening. But, on
the whole, she is a good servant; and
we have built her bedroom out Of the
kitchen.
have never regretted crossing the
street to speak to The Strangers from
the South.
Uncle Sans Centennial Gifts.