Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1883-09-15


No train was in sight when reporter
mad climbed the stairs of downtown
station on the Sixth Avenue Elevated
Road the other night, and dropped his
ticket into the box, and none was due
for several minutes. so he passed into
the little two-by-six waiting-r,vea, in
side which cOnclave of thee was in
progress, the gateman, the ticket-seller,
who had opened the door of his cell and
was thus able to attend 20 his duty and
enjoy the pleasure of conversation SIM
ultaneously, and the ebon-hued ''sweep-
err" who was leaning on the top of his
broom and philosophizing as the report
er entered: ''Wimmen is cute, you kin
ies' bet yo'r life," said he, 'an' Gull
lud pusson has to git up bright an YER
ly to get roun' 'em for wunst, Lit erlone
to keep on foolin' OBJ EN-. Now dars
my old oman. Pears to me that thar
amt muffin sh' dom know, an it takes
powful lot O. cle'rness to git roun'
her, jes' tell you boss. hev to tote
her hum eb'ry dorian OBJ my wages, or
l done ketch it, an hits the wuss
boahd fo' me dat week dat eber yo' see.
l fooled her fur long time by tellin'
her wuz dro'in on'y a dorian day
var, but my bre'r Dick. the foolishest
darkey you eber seen, he done Civ the
ole ting away. He wuks on the Ninet'
Avenue Elevator, an he done gone an
tole the ole oman as he made dorian
twenty cents day, an that l mus
make the same roun' hyar. materially
tried to argy the matter, an tole her as
how Dick wuz q poahtah, an l wuz a
sweeper, but, Lor' Dress you, sonny,
she's yanked that FAR twenty cents out
on me eber since. But 1 fool the ole
oman good las week, an don't you 90
ter furgit HIT" and the dusky one
shifted from one leg to the other in the
eXuberance of his joy.
"How did you do that, Tom?" asked
the ticket dispenser.
"Well Marse Henery, this is how it
war. Las Sat'day night went home
yerly an sot myself down in the cheer
by the heatah an started hup sech a
groanin' an sighin' as you nevah
seen. The ole oman bimeby got kim
o skeered Ike, an arsk me wut the
matter wuz. l tole her had case o.
misery in my chs, an didn't know how
could STAN the aggerny. go an
see the dorktah,' seq she. 'Dorktah
won't look at me unner dollah, seq
/, AN amt got no dollah for dork-
tah.' 'Sho now, honey sez she, you
take this yer dollah an 60 right away
an see the dorktah.' Well, L groans
an mopes bit longer, an then TUX
right hol on that dollah an went out.
Bimeby / comes back, an seq I've seed
that dorktah an he holled me right
ovah, and thar warn't muffin RELY
wrong, but l mus jes' lay off fur day
An thet's how fool dat ole oman o.
mine, Marse HeDery."
Il don't quite tumble to yer racket"
said the gate-man.
"Lor', look at that now! How stoop.
id white folks is to be sho'. DON yO'
unnerstan' L nebber went neah no dork-
tab, an had ole dollah fur my own
pertiklar spen'in' money an ole day
orr to spen' it in. To think o. we not
to seed that now. Wall, I'll tell you
jes' what l done with that ar dollah. i
went -T
Here the gate-man rushed out with
hoarse yell: ''Aa'rm train! All aboard'
and the reporter stepped out of the
warm nook into the draughty cars,
where a few yawning passengers were
shivering, and did not hear what the gay
Lothario did with his hardly won dollar.
N. y. Tribune.