The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1883-04-12
Uncle Remus at the Telephone.

Miss Sally was sitting by the ire sewing
and singing softly TO herself, she heard
the old man come into the backyard and
enter the dining-room, where a bright
fire was still burning in the CRATE.
Everything had been cleared away. The
cook had gone and the house girl had
disappeared, and the little boy was
asleep. Uncle Remus had many priv
ileges in the house of the daughter of his
old mistress and master, and one of these
was to warm himself by the dining-room
fire whenever he felt lonely, especially
at night. To the lady there was a whlm-
steal suggestion of pathos in everything
the old negro said and did; nevertheless,
her attitude toward Uncle Remus was
one of busting criticism and deprecia-
ton. BY leaning back in her chair a
little she could see him as he sat before
the fire enjoying the warmth.
81 should think it was time for you to
be in bed,'' she exclaimed.
Nom, ,tain't,'' responded Uncle
Remus. al year tell dat wen ole folks
git ter bed soon, dey feelin's bin hurried,
EN- goodness knows dey amt nobody
hurted my feelin's dis day"
well, there. isn't anything in there
that you can pick up. I've had every
thing put under lock and key"
''Yessum, dey is sumpin ne'r in yer,
too, kaze yer Mars John supper settin'
right down yer TO de fer, an little mo-
hit nd a bin dry spafig up If / hadn't a
drapt in desIv'en did. l year Mars
John tell dat ar niger 'oman w at you
callyo' cookfer ter have i'm some fried
aigs fer supper. en- eff deze amt fried en-
dried ain + never see none W at is.
Wen Mars d ohm come you kin set plum
in dar en- year i'm crack un1' up in his
moufasame lax COW chawin' fodder. Las
Sat'dy night Mars John fotch some fried
listers home, en- eff dish yer niger oman
stay on dis hill many mo- days he ull
git all his vittles cooked down town en-
fetch thome in a baskit. Whar Mars
John now?n
Just then there was call at the tele-
phone. The little gong ratified away like
a house was on fire. As the lady went
to answer iteHncle Remus rose from his
chair and crept on his tip-toe to the door
that opened into the sitting-room. He
heard his Miss. Sally talking.
" Well, what's wanted? o! is that
you? Well, l couldn't imagine No.
Fast asleep too long ago to talk about.
Why. eff course! No! Why should be
frightened! declare, you ought to be
ashamed! Remus is here. Two hours!
/ think you are horrid mean! By-byr'
Uncle Remus stood looking suspicious
ly at the telephone after his Miss Sally
had turned away.
Miss Sally" he said. presently,
''wuz you talkin' ter Mars John?''
Certainly, Who did you suppose it
s'Wharbouts wuz Mars John?"
Atllis Office. -
s.aWay down yam on Yallerbamer
Street?n
Yes
At this piece of information Uncle
Remus emitted groan that was full of
doubt and pity and went into the dining
room. His Miss Sally laughed and then
an idea seemed to strike her. She called
him back, and went again to the tele-
phone.
rs that you, Central? Please connect
eleven-forty with fourteen-sixty." There
was q fiuttering sound in the instrument,
and then the lady said 20 Yes, it's me-
Here's Remus. Yes, but he wants to
talk to you.
IS Here, Remus, take this and put it to
your ear. Here, sinlpleton! 1t won't
hurt you"
Uncle Remus took the ear-piece and
handled itas, though it had been load
ed pistol. He tried to look in it at both
ends, and then he placed it at his ear
and grinned sheepishly, He heard
thin, sepulchral, but familiar voice call
ing out: t'Hello, Remusr' and his sheep
ish grin gave place to an expression of
uneasy astonishment. $3.50
!" Hello, Remus! Hello-ello-ello-
ello-o-o!n
a. Is dat you, Mars John7''
OF course it is, you bandy-legged
old villain. have no time to be stand
ing here. What do you want?"
How in de name er Heben you git
in dar, Mars John?'
% In whereof
% In dish yer-indish yer appleratus. -
80. you be-fiddlestick! What do you
want"
''Mars John, kin you see me, oris she
all dark in dar?n
Are you crazy? Where is your Miss
Sally?''
"She in yer, hollun en- laughin'.
Mars John, how you gwine git out
darP'
"Dry up. Good night
Eyer it's, Miss Sally" said Uncle
Remus, after listening moment. "Dey's
a mighty zoonin' gwine on in dar, en- |
dunner whe'er Mars John tryin' ter
scramble out, er whe'er he des irwin fer
ter make hisself comfortable in dar.r
''What did he say, Remus?''
''He up en- 'low'd dat one un us wuz
vilyun, but dey was such a buzzin'
gwine on in dar dat I couldn't zactly
ketch de rights un it."
Uncle Remus vent back to his place |
by the dining-room fire, and after a
while began to mutter and talk to him
self.
Whats the matter nowPr his Miss
Sally asked. /
Il us DIES asayin' dat [ know Mars
John mus be suffun some rs.''
"WhyP'' /