New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-07-19

more than she could bear. She drew
her apron over her head and sat down
on the kitchen steps without word.
Bugby stood looking at the heap Of
cabbages. Where was his holiday din
ner now of chicken pie, his breakfast?
He kicked the cabbage as hard Is he
could.
NANNY" he said the next moment.
''they don't look bad at Ill. An'-an'"
cycling her furtively-..Mr. Frisby don't
pick de outest leaves off. He Just tum-
bles 'em in de cellar 'mong de rest. He's
got q wagon-loads dab. An" his
voice got very thick and fast-..he
wouldn't nebber know whose dem dar
cabbages was.''
Marty took down her apron .4Cor-
nelius Buggy johnson, am you thief?
It's bad enuff to lose de cabbages, but
don't let me tink my boys gone gone
toh de debbil."
In the grain, Buggy was honest.
I'm not thief!'' he howled, and
kicked the cabbages again. but I'm
80 hungry I'm sick, NANNY
Il know, sonny" Marty turned into the
cabin desperately, to see if there were
any of their poor little belongings which
she could sell. But who would buy the
worn-out chairs and table from . negro
cabin?
''rn 90 down to the village an see IL
kin git a days work for our vittals,
Bug. An do yoh take two or three oh
de cabbages an show to Mr.. Frisby, an
essplain de reason why we can't send
him any,
Bug set off on his errand with half =
dozen of the cabbages lying on the bot
tom of the push-cart.
Never had such savory smells tor
mented his nostrils rs came that morn
ing through the frosty air. Buckwheat
cakes, sausages, hot coffee! And he was
SO ravenously hungry!
At Frisby's shop door, too, hung
chickens, ducks, strings of pudding. His
mouth watered; he stopped at the steps
with his push cart. Why not sell Fris-
by the cabbages and buy chicken? He
could tell his nanny that Frisby had
given it to him. Why not? He stood
irresolute. The devil was fighting as
hard for the soul of the little black boy
as for that of any saint.
Presently he ran up the steps carrying
cabbage, and went up to Frisby who
was busy taking an order from q lady
in black.
"Ah, Bug! brought the cabbages?
Put them in the cellar Tom will pay
you."
"See" burst out Buggy. ..Dey're
wormy; dey're all done gone wormy!
Nanny hain't got one to sell you"
Then he turned and kicked the cabbage
furiously down the steps. you ole
cheat! Clar out O my sight!' he scream
ed.
The lady, who was young, laughed.
''What ais the child?' she said. ::Who
is he?''
It's Martyrs boy Bug, Miss Given"
said the grocer. IA very honest woman.
Now, ha1f-a-dozen wealthy farmers have
sold me wormy cabbages within the
week. And think it likely Marty de-
pended on hers for her winters living.
What else did you say! Any canned
goods?''
Miss Given came down the steps a
moment later. Bug still stood cycling
the cabbages with kind Of blank des-
pair, which was so funny on his ugly
little phin that she laughed again.
What were you going to trade for
theme Come, Bug, tell me all about
it,"
I'D be glad to trade de whole eighty
for a hoe cake, an OATS fac'," almost
sobbed Bug.
The youn 9 lady looked grave. '.Have
you had no breakfast. Is it so bad as
that? Here, jump up behind on this
phaeton. l am going to drive out home,
and you shall have your breakfast and
something to take home.''
Miss Given heard Bugs whole story
before she reached home-cabbages.
chicken pie, lost father and all. Her
cheeks were warm and her eyes wet as
she stopped at the door and flung the
reins to q servant. wait here for .
moment, Bugby,' she said. running up
the steps into broad hall where sever
al gentlemen stood smoking and chat
ting:
father. "A new discovery
Il want to tell you about him." she
said, eagerly. "And you, DR.. Coyt,"
turning to an old gentleman near. s:Just
listen to this,' aud she told Bug s story.
Il call that heroism," when she had
ended, IF it was about nothing better
than cabbages and bacon
DIR. Coyt, who was q gentleman from
the neighborhood Of New York on .
visit to her father, had listened intent
ly.
''T'his is very singular" he said, II
half s,spect-Did the boy tell you his
fathers name?'
mo. But their master was Col.
Denham, of Louisa County,"
II thought so! Send my coachman
here" he said to a servant passing
'tAnd, Miss Given, please call Your
boy.''
A stalwart, middle-aged colored man
entered. Miss Given looked at him anx-
iously. He had manly, honest face,
but q sad one, like most of his race.
'.Cassius,'' said the doctor, did you
leave any family in Virginiap'
"A wife an chile, sab. went back
for dem when de war was ober, but dey
was gone, nobody knew whar. I neb-
Der hope to see dem. Idone glib up do
hopes Oh dat, sab. long ago"
What did You CALI your boy1"
Cornelius Buggy, sah.'
Oats my name," said q shrill voice
behind him.
Cassius turned, stepped back, looking
at the boy, then at the doctor. His
breath failed him.
..Do-do you mean to say dis il my:
chile?'' he stammered.
Il believe it is, my boy 8
God hev mercy on metz He took.
Bug up By the shoulders, let him down,
laughed and sobbed in . way pitiful to
see in strong man. '.Whar-whar's
yer mudder, boy" And when Bug,
who was 50 scared that he could not Be
glad, stammered out an answer, Cassius
looked appealingly at his master.