Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1883-06-27

, takes dinner with my father real Otter
If you'll give me what money yo
have, I'll 60 and see what l can do fc
YOU
The eyes of the two little darkie
glistened with delight, and, without
moments hesitation, the silver dollar
the twenty-five cent piece, the tw
tens, and the three pennies were emf
tied from Josephines James chubb.
black hand into the long, slim, bt
grimed one of the stranger.
Now said the latter, you sit righ
down here on this bench, and dom
leave it; because you might get lost il
the crowd and I'd have a bother t.
hunt for you, especially with liv
monkey squirming in my arms
IN stay here, shuah ? said botl
children, earnestly.
An hour passed. The dome of th'
Capitol began to grow golden will
the rays of the setting sun; the crowds
of people gradually lessened; the circus
performers ceased their gymnastic ant
equestrian feats.
The two children, stiff and tired, still
sat on the hard bench, their four ebony
legs dangling down and lazily swing
ing to and fro.
'Pears ter me it takes that fellel
n awful long time ter git dat ere mon
key p observed Shakespeare John.
| ho Har har n
fur de money his sister suggested.
Den he'de orter come back an tell
ed US. Wonder if he thinks we Mig
gers is gwine ter sit heah til Jedge
ment! De show am closing up. We'se
got long walk home, to say muffin oil
de lickin' at de end.'
Shakespeare John !'-and the face
of the little girl grew almost white
with sudden fear-'Shakespeare John,
dye s'pose dat ere chap done run of
wild dat money!
I'se ben tinkin' oh dat berry same
ting AND the little darkey brought
his fist down with an emphatic bang
'Dere's a perlice- man. Let's ask
him what he thinks bout it,
The tlue-coated, brass-buttoned guar
dian of the city listened attentively te
their story, and when they had ended
he said, with a half-pitying, half-con.
tempuous smile:
Well, youngsters, you're bitten
that's sure. You'll never see your
money! How could you be so silly as
to let that scamp take it? He is the
slyest, meanest little thief there is
about! We've been ON his track long
time; but somehow he has always es
capped us. Well nab him sometime
though. There, don't cry! 1t won't
help the matter one bit. Pm sorry fol
you. Now, you had better 60 home
before it gets dark and you get into
more trouble
That night the moon shone down
with mellow light upon the gently
rising slopes of Arlington Hights, and
its beams, spreading over the waters Of
the Potomac, made them shine like
molten gold. Away in the west a
great silver star came out from behind
its purple curtain.
All Nature was calm and beautiful
But out in the back shed of the Linkum
estate there were sundry sounds-up-
braiding and corrective I!
Shakespeare Johnl Yer has dis.
graced yourself, an me too-a residing
elder in the Mefodist Chu'ch! Takin
money what didn't belong ter yer
Mis'abul thievsl What if yer did want
ter see de show an buy de monkey
I'll sho,o yer, yer misabul, no-account
young 'unl'
Swish, whack, swish, whack, came
the sound of the lash, followed by vocal
variations.
'Ow! 90! Boohoo Never do it
agin, daddy Neber! neber! Boohoo
90 oo!'
In the kitchen, Nanny Linkum,
with her woolly locks somewhat dis
heveled and her turban all awry, was
interviewing her daughter.
Josephine Jane, yer is child of
wrath--yer is Me sendin' yer off in
yer nice caliker SOS you'd enjoy yer
walk; den yer takin' de wash money
to 90 to de show and to buy poor,
no-account monkey Got cheated, too;
dat am de wust OBJ it! It's my bound
en- duty to erect yer; an I'se going to
do it!'
Josephine Jane soon sings the same
song that her brother was warbling
out in the shed.
An hour later, and quietness reigns
throughout the Linkum cabin. The
master and mistress, having done their
duty according to Solomon, have fallen
into peaceful slumber.
Up in the little loft were two small
figures, blubbering softly and rubbing
sundry portions of their ebony bodies.
'Ohl de gracious my My back is
jess as sore as it kin be p whimpered
Josephine Jane.
AM jess think OBJ mel reckon I'll
neber be able to sit down agin y groan-
ed Shakespeare John.
Silence for minute or two, and
then the little girls voice rang out
more cheerily:
But, anyhow, we's seen Jumbo y
Yes; we has ? triumphantly.
The large stone hand of an idol in