Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-02-17

run. for the pain Of toOthache Is so distracting
as often to preclude the possibility of doing any
WORK, either physical or mental, while the tor
ture lasts.
Uncle Remus at the Telephone.
From the Atlanta Constitution.
One night recently, as Uncle Remus' Miss Sally
was sitting by the fire 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 Every
thing had been cleared away. The cook had
gone and the house girl had disappeared. and
the little boy was asleep. Uncle Remus had
many privileges 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 whimsical suggestion of
pathos in everything the old negro said and did:
nevertheless her attitude toward Uncle Remus
was one of bustling criticism and depreciation
BY leaning back in her chair a little she could
see him as she sat before the fire enjoying the
warmth.
II should think it was time for you to be in
bed" she exclaimed.
Nom faint" responded Uncle Remus Il
year tell dat wen ole folks git ter bed soon dey
feelin's bin hurried, en- goodness knows day amt
nobody hurried my feelins dis day.
Wei, there isn't anything in there that YOU
can pick up I've had everything put under
lock and key
"Yessum dey is sumpin ne'r in yer. too kase
yer Mars John supper settin' right down yer 70
de fer en- little mo hit nd bin dry spang up if
hadn't drapt in DIES Wen did. year Mars
John tell dat ar niger oman wat you call 70
cook fer to have i'm some fried aigs fer supper
On ef deze amt fried en- dried amt never see
none. W at is. Wen Mars John come YOU kin set
plum In dar en- year EN- crack UNI UP in his
mouf same lax COW chawin fodder. Las Sat DIV
night Mars John fotch some fried listers home en-
eff dish year niger oman stay on dis Hill many
mo days. he ull git all his vittles cooked down
town en- fetch it home in baskit. Whar Mars
John nowl"
Just then there was call at the telephone
The little gong ratified away like house was
on fire. AS the lady went to answer it. Uncle
Remus rose from his chair and crept on mis- tip
toes to the door that opened into the sitting
room: He heard his Miss Sally talking.
wen, what's wanted:. =. Oils that YOU:
Well, couldn't imagine. No. Fast asleep too
MOI. Why should 1 be frightened, =. Il de-
clare! you ought to be ashamed. .Remus is
here. Two hours! 1 think you are horrid
mean! .Bye-bye.''
Uncle Remus stood looking susplciously at
the telephone after his Miss Sally had turned
away.
Miss Sally" he said presently, was you talkin'
ter Mars JOhn?''
Certainly: Who did you suppose it was:"
"WharbOuts wuz Mars John:''
cat his office"
"'Way down yam on Yallerbamer street,"
"Yes."
At this piece of information Uncle Remus
emitted grOan that was full of doubt and pity.
and went into the dning-room. His Miss Sally
laughed, and then an idea seemed to strike her.
She called him back, and went again to the tele-
phone
SIS that you, Central?. Please connect
eeven-fOrty with fourteen-sixty." There was a
fiuttering sound in the instrument and then the
lady said: "Yes, it's me! . Here's Remus
Yes, but he wants to talk to you"
"Here, Remus, take this and put it to your
ear. Here, simpleton! 1t won't hurt you.'
Uncle Remus took the ear-piece and handled
1t as though it had been loaded pistol He
tried to look in at both ends. and then he placed
1t to his ear, and grinned sheepishly. He heard
thin, sepulchral, but familiar voice calling out,
Hello, Remus!" and his sheepsh grin gave
place to an expression of uneasy establishment
Hello, Remus! HelIo-ello-ello-ello-o-o'
Is dat you, Mars John %
"Of course it Is. you bandy-legged old villain.
have no time to be standing here. What do
you want p
u How in de name er God you git in dar. Mars
John?
"In where?"
In dish yer.in dish yer appleratus."
"Oh you be fddlestick! What do YOU wants"
Mars John, kin you see me-er is she all
dark in dar ?"
'Are you crazy? Where is your Miss Sally"
'She in yer, hollun en- laughin'. Mars John,
how you gwine git Out'n dar!"
DRY up Good night!'
Yer it's, Miss Sallie," said Uncle Remus.
after listening moment. ''Dey's a mighty
zOOnin' gwine on in dar, en- DINNERS whe' er
Mars John tryin ter scramble out, er whe'er he
des tryin' fer ter make hisself comfertubble in
dar"
'What did he cav Remusos
HE up en- low'd dat one un us wuz vilyun,
but dey was such a buZZin' gWine on in dar dat
couldn't zactly ketch de rights I'm it.''
Unce Remus went back to his place by the
dning-rOOm fire. ana after awhile began to
mutter and talk to himself
Whats the matter nOw?" his Miss Sally
asked.
II M des sayin' dat know Mars John mus
be suffun somers.''
''Why?"
ooh. des knows 1t; kaze eff he amt wat
make he talk SO weak? He bleedz ter be in
trouble. I'm telln you de Lords trufe-dat
wife man talk like he amt bigger den one er
deze yer little teenchy chany dolls. 1 boun'
you" he continued, .'ef l 'uz wife oman en-
Mars John WIZ my ole man, I'd snatch up my
bonnet en- I'd natully sail 'rOun' dish yer town
twel fine out wat de matter wild i'm. l would
dat
The old mans Miss Sally laughed until the
tears came in her eyes, and then she said:
"Theres piece OF pie on the side-board. Do
get it, and hush so much talking"
'Thanky, mistiss, thanKy" exclaimed Uncle
Remus, shutting across the room. He got the
pie and returned to his chair. "Dish yer pie. -
he continued. holding it up between his eyes
and the fre-''dish yer pie come in good time,
kase Mars John talk SO weak en- fur off 1t make
me feel right empty. I speck he be well time
he git home, en- eff he 'uz to git holt er dish yer
ple hit mout make i'm have bad dreams.
In a few moments the pie had disappeared.
and when his Miss Sally looked at him little
later he was fast asleep.
How Our Rich Men Began Life.
From the Pttsburg Post.
Manv If the wQalfhipst men in New York