The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1881-02-03
DR.. JeX's PrediCamont.

1t was the funniest thing that I ever
saw in my life. Cruikshank would have
gloried i'll it. wish 1 had him here to
illustrate that scene with the spirited
V1gor that only his dancing pencil gives.
1t was in kentucky that it happened
that pleasant land of bluegrass, and to-
bacco, and fine stock, with white-teethed
girls. Mabel, my sister, had married
Dick Huchlestone, and they had begun
life in great contentment and little
three-roomed house scarcely big enough
to hold the bridal presents. But they
were happy, hearty, healthy. They had
two COWS, lce-cream every day, charm
ing baby, and Uncle Brimmer. Who
snail say that their cup was not full? In
deed, they thought it full before Uncle
Brimmcr added. himself thereto-a very
pondrous roso leaf. He was one of o,lr
Old family servants, who fondly believed
that Miss Mabel and her young husband
would never be able to get on without
him. He walked all the way from Mis-
sissippi to Kentucky, with his things
tied mp In a meal sack, and presented
himself before Mabel, announcing affably
that he had come to ''stay on"
"But I haven't any place for Won.
Uncle Brimmer," said Mabel, divided
between hospitality and embarrassment.
"Lor' honey, you kin jcs' tuck nc
aroun' ony'Ohar. I don't take up no
roOm."
Mabel looked thoughtfully upon the
big brown gray-whiskered old negro,
whose proportions were those of q Hercu-
les, and shook herihe "You are not O.
Tom Thumb, Uncle Brimmer."
"No, ma'am,' said he, submissivcly,
"but I've got his spirit. Couldn't I
sleep In dc kitchen, honey?" he went Oh,
with insinuating sweetness.
"No, indeed" cried our young house
keeper; 81 put my foot down on any
body sleeping in the Kitchen"
Aunt Patsey, the cook, stood by, bal
anclng pan Of flour on her head. one
fat hand on her hip. I suspected her of
q personal interest in the matter, and in
deed she nfterward acknowledged that
she thought Uucle Brimmer's coming
would prove q "blessin' to her feet"
Those feet of hers had been saved many
steps through the service of her ten-vear-
old daughter Nancy Palmira Kate
called Nanky Pal, for short. But of late
Nanky's services had been called into
requlsltlon as nurse, and Aunt Patsey
who was fat and scant O. breath. tbonoRRt
sho had too much to do: and so She
viewed with evident delight the stalwart
proportions of our good-natured giant
"Dar's de iof', Miss Mabel" she sug-
gested
"It is too small, and is cluttered up
with things already"
ooh, sho, chile, dar amt nothin' in
dat lof 'cep' Gle 'tatters, an de peppers,
an de dried apples, an some strings O
terbacl1er, an de broken plow, an'
some odds an ends O de chillen's, an
Lucy Crittenden's pups. Lor', dar amt
nothin' ter speak of in de lof'."
He can't get in at the window" said
Mabel, shifting her ground.
'Lemme try" said Uncle Brimmer.
The kitchen was q small log-cabin
some distance from the house-'in good
| hollerin' reach," to quote Aunt Patsey.
Above it was q low room. or loft,
crowded with the miscellaneous articles
enumerated. The only way of getting
into 1T was from the outside. A ladder
against tho side of the cabin admitted
one, through little window, no longer.
am sure, than that of q railway coach,
INTO this storehouse of treasures. NanlSy
Pal, who was as slim as a snake, was
usually selected to fetch and carry
through the small aperture. But Uncle
Brimmer!
I'm pretty sho kin do it," he said
, squirting up one eye, as he took off his
coat and prepared to try.