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

Oulen Oe cnuch is SoG tel HOle up
yer hans; but fus', don't de law
say at de patryarks of de chuch
shill be heered p
1t do, my sister, solemnly re-
sponded a lean, long ashy-looking
negro with the white wool comb
ed straight up from his ears to
the crown of bis 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 dc
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?'
Eff dis 'ere meetin' is ter be
flowed ter indulge pussunal per,
tiklers l baigs ter be ezcused,' in
terruped the mulatto, taking up
his hat.
Oats what de meet n are fur,
-pussunal 'tiklers all OF you, not
jes for me. Well, cut out y here
eff YOU don't want to tell " hose
wife it were, but it a0arn't yoni' !!
Hole up yo' hans, niggers, al
as don't want ter git tole on
yo'se'fs. But stop a mint. IT would
take tell daybreak ter par tiklity
you ALPS stealin' an slanderin'
and mischief maxim, ter tell how
| kDowed it, den for you all ter
try ter swar out o. 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 a bunch
Dat amt 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 D.!
darP p emphasizing her words With
a vicious little courtesy AN don't
you all Try to turn me out by
holdin' up 30 black paws, which
all of 'em is got oder folkses'
things stickin' to 'em. Oars you,
Brudder Jones: yo' heels I'D hab
none dey could do to take keer
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-lady
Rose, yo' darter whar she git
dem fine rib'ns she got on now ?
Her mistis II hab 'em on ter NOR
Il, but she can't imagine whar
her French gray gloves is. Rose
can't neither. Oh, no dey is too
tored ter be put back
Rose, being an aristocratic
young colored lady, and supposed
to have ribbons Of her own: was
at this point heard to sob audibly,
but not resentfully, and left the
building leaning on the arm Of a
young adorer, who gratefully
adopted this means Of getting off
unwhipped ofjustice.
oh, yes, 60 on. III 'xpel de
chuch TO- de- chuch II 'xpe! me.
Deacon, what you gwine fur? I
amt gwine tell bout de black
horg. Dar's heap O. things may
be amt gwine tell on folks in
he"s.' (The parson wriggled in
his chair, and wondered If she
knew what he had done with the
society money she handed him
last week. 'Brudder Smith, what
you gwine fur? You is de only
man what is got de right to set
still an hole up yo' head
The old man paused in the aisle
and, hat in hand, replied to Aunt
Millly, 4 can't set still in de house
O. God an see people who calls
'ereselves His'n kyar on like this
Eff de church is got ennything
down gin me, is ready to arm
swer it. De gospil is writ plain
'nuf for me, who is muffin but Q
nigger, an it's writ plain 'nuf for
you, who is de mizerblist kind o
nigger-a niger, CONAN an I'm
willin' ter hear you talk bout it
indie proper place. But when
you comes ter ply de lam, Sister
Milly, you is cuttin' yo' petty
coats too short
We'll, go on, Brudder Smith. ]
amt got nothin' gin you. [ heerd
bout dat meetiD' you ali had fo1
bringin' me up, an dar amt niger