The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-03-09

OuleD ue cnucD - So1 Iel Ho'o W
yer hans; but fus', don't de law
say at de patryarks Of de chuch
shill be heered ?
1t do, my sister, solemnly re-
sponded a lean, long ashy-looking
negro with the white wool comb
ed straight up from his ears 70
the crown of his head.
well, l is de mos patryarkis Of
any Of desc chuch mem bers, but
for all dat, I gwine stan back an
glib some Of you all what is jes'
or'nary members chance to
speak for yo'se'f; an den de
chuch kin hole up hans on you
all. Brudder Simmons to the
stout mulatto, whose wife were
dat which you was sayiu' to her
last night at de corner, MY.
precious lubby p It,. -.
Eff dis 'ere meetin' is ter be
lowed ter indulge pussunal per
tikIers l baigs ter be excused in
terruped the mulatto, taking up
bis hat.
Oats what de meetin' are fur,
-pussunal 'tiklers all of you, not
ies for me. Well, cut out O here
eff you don't want to tell whose
wife it were, but it a0arn't gone :!
Hole up yo' hans, niggers, all
as don't want ter git tole on
yo'se'fs. But stop mint. 'Twould
take tell daybreak ter par tiklity
you all's stealth an slanderin'
and mischief maxim, ter tell how
l kpowed it, den for you all ter
try ter swar out of it, den for me
ter prove it. / cuse dem fus, as
holds deir heads mo- patryarker
an de res; an you all which
don't want ter git tole on yo'se'fs
kin vote on 'em in o bunch.
Dat ain't law nor jestice, Sister
MiIly. One at a time and fus',
heels take keer O yo' own body,
What bout dat ring?' 4 stole it
dar p emphasizing her words with
a vicious little courtesy IAN don't
you all Try to turn me out by
holdin' up yo' black paws, which
all Of 'em is got oder folkses
things stickin' to 'em. Oars you;
Brudder Jones: 80 heels nd hat
none dey could do to take keel
O. yo' body when you comes home
from yo' masters sto' bout twelve
O'Clock at night eff de perleece
knowed what you had bout you,
An dar's dat sassy nigger-la lady
Rose, } : darter whar she gil
dem fine rib'ns she got on now
Her mistis III hab 'em on ter NOR
rer, but she cant imagine wha,
her French gray gloves is. Rose
can't neither. Oh, rot! dey is toe
tored ter be put back
Rose, being an aristocratit
young colored lady, ano supposed
to have ribbons Of her own. was
at this point heard to sob audibly
but not resentfully, and left tht
building leaning on the arm of {
young adorer, who gratefully
adopted this means Of getting of
unwhipped ofjustice.
oh, yes, 60 on. I'll 'xpe! d.
chuch TO de. chuch II 'xpe! me
Deacon, what you gwine fur? .
amt gwine tell bout de blacl
horg. Dars heap things may
be 1 amt gwine tell on folks il
here (The parson wriggIed il
bis chair, and wondered If sh'
knew what be had done with th
society money she handed hin
last week. 'Brudder Smith, wba
you gwine fur? You is de onl.
man what is got de right to Sc
still an hole up yo'' head
The old man paused in the aisl
and, hat in hand, replied to Aun
Millly,sI can't set still in de hous
; O. God an see people who call
'ereselves His'n kyar on like thi
Eff de church is got ennythin
down gin me, l is ready TO arr
swer it. De gospil is writ plai
'nuf for me, who is muffin but
! bigger, an it's writ plain 'nuf fo
you, who is de mizerblist kind
nigger-a niger, CONAN an II
williu' ter hear you talk bout
indie proper place. But wbe
you comes ter ply de laU, Siste
Milly, you is cuttin' yo' petty
coats too short b.
We'll, 60 on, Brudder Smith.
amt got nothin' gin you, [ heer
bout dat meetin' you all had If
bringin' me up, an dar ANITA niggt