Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1884-02-07

and slaves were sold. and rice and cot
ton bargained for; there l was locked
up, and soon | heard my captors ride
away. Here was pretty end to my
incorporating frolic, and Sally Peyton
was, doubtless, dancing with young
Peyton, and the supper was spread, and
the fun going on, and was here
1.-The office was damp and dark. The
fire had burned in the chimney-place.
| sat upon Mr., Smith table, and swung
my feet, and the words | uttered were
never in the catechism, / am afraid,
more shame to me. In about fifteen
minutes, however, [ saw light at the
window the blue flame of match
1t lit Sans dusty countenance.
".You dar. Jim?' he cried You
darP Use berry sorry for you, Jim. But
white folks has all de power. ] dussent
show my feelin's nohow.'
I'm not JIM l answered.
.''Dat ar statement ar unsensible,'
said Sam, coldlY i knows you ar Jim
sure enuff, but Ise got feelin's. Eff YOU
should offer me harf dat are fifty dol
lars what You stole, you'd touch 'em so
I'd unlock de door, and den burst off
de lock, so marse t'ink sure huff you
done gone bust it. My feelins is tender
Jim, when dey ar touched right
"'You old rascal, said /. But if |
had twenty-five dollars in my pocket, |
think Sam might have got it then and
there.
Sam, said, I'm young Mr.. Willis
Master Ned-you know Pete's Mas
ter Ned-going 10 the masquerade.
Let me out, and III make youa present
! tomorrow.
"'Oh, Jim, JIM said Sam, in tones
of deepest sorrow. .oh, Jim. don't you
know de deceitfulness OBJ lying, and
dat it ar contrary to Scriptur? Go way,
go long! knows dat ar baize Jacket.
| got no use for you no more. Is
shamed OBJ you. You glib me dat twenty
five, and I'll put whatl bliebe proper in
de missionary box, and dat will make
my duty plain.
"'You COMPOUNDED rascal said I.
| 'f'Sartinly you is smart, said Sam.
You talks ies' like dedicated first-class
white folks. but lie debbi hap dessarted
you. rs jest plain up and down Mig
gar hogany color, like de Lord made
me, but rs above SIGH conduck as dat
you lower yersef TO. Sure huff, you
won't contribbit to de missionariesn'
| Il remained silent. He vanished
| had a very cheerful disposition in
those days, and as | sat swinging my
feet | began to comfort myself with the
idea that this, after all, was the great
est compliment to my talent rs an actor.
determined to deceive Mr.. Smith as
long as | could, then enjoy the joke
with him, and found myself laughing
heartily over the expected fun.
''There was a clock in the office, and
it struck at intervals-te u-e eleven
twelve-one. At what supposed to be
half-past one, wagon-wheels rolled along
the road and stopped at the gate.
'Hullo, Sam! Awaken | heard Mr..
Smith say, In tones that proved he had
not refused the old Bourbon always
offered to the guest by his host at every
merry-rlaking. What are you grin
ming ate'
Jim done got caught. Marse
Purly fetch him in bout nine O'clock
said Sam. I've preached to him con-
siderable on de error OBJ his way, but
he arn't penitent. rs 'shamed Oh him.
He's dar in de Office
" 'Confound his black skin said Mr..
Smith. IN fog him tonight I'll fog
him tonight. FL fog him myself
:" Don't, DEAR, sighed Mrs. Smith. a
temptation Scold him Tomorrow
what's The use of floggingg
"'Spare the rod and spoil the child
said Mr. Smith, with dignity born of
Bourbon whiskey. My servants must
be taught right from wrong. Give me
the key, and fetch horsewhip, Sam
Il heard Mrs Smith and her daugh-
tiers crying. and pleading for theving
Jim; but Mr.. Smith in his cups was I'M
manageable.
''He opened the door. / saw his big
white head and his uplifted arm.
"'Don't make mistake you'll be
| sorry for, Mr.. Smith,, | said, I'm not
jim
81 drop vail over what followed.
never whipped one Of my own servants
after that, or allowed one to be whipped
| tasted the lash myself that night
at was Mrs. Smith who, trying to
help jim, as she believed, came to the
office with sal volatile and wine, and
found me out.
Il was the guest of the family per
force for some days, and my intention
was to challenge Smith as soon as was
able to hold a pistol, but during my
convalescence | fell in love with Miss
Matilda Smith, and she did not refuse
to listen to me. One does not challenge
ones father-in-law. and we were mar
ried in the early spring. But I have a
prejudice against masquerade parties
to this day, and nothing could persuade
me to attend one as a masker. Mary
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