The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-09-26

"Dar's apples huff CROWN roun,' an
not so fur away dat | can't tote 'cm
ter my house in a bahsket. It's pow
full hard on a man wot's worked all day
ter have ter tote apples ahftcr night :,
but dar aip' no other way oh gittin'
dat dar money!
81 spec de orchard whar you's
thinkin' o. gHinc is Mahs'r Morrlscs,'
said the minister.
"you dom 'sposc Isc 5wne ter any
oh dose low down orchards on de I'D
der side de crick, does yc? Mahs'r
Morris has got the bcs' apples in dis
county. OATS dc kin wot fotch So Il
barl."
"Brud,ler Gran'son," smd 'Bijah,
solcmnly, els You min runnin' on takin'
Mahs'r Morrises' apples inter town an
seIlin' emp"
swell, he gifts de money, don't he ?"
answered the other, "and if dom sell
his apples faint no use scllin' none.
Dem udder little nubbins roun' hcah
won't fetch no two dollars Il bar'l."
"Dem amt justifyin' deeds wot's
runnin' in your mind" said 'Bjah.
obey amt justifyn'.
"Ob course" said Grandson, "dey
wouldn't be justifyin' if | had de six
dollars. But | amt got ZEN, an Use
promised to pay 'em. Now, Is l ter
stick to de turf, or isn't II"
'Truf is mighty" said the preacher,
can ought not be Rendered from pre-
vailin'."
Oats so, dats so y exclaimed
Grandson. "You can't so agin de
Scriptures. Truf is mighty, an faint
fur pore human critters like us to try
to upset her. Wot we're got ter do is
ter stick to her through thick an thin.n
COB course, dat's wot we oughter
do" said 'BUah, 'but I can't see my
way clar to you sellin' dem apples"
But dar amt muffin else ter do :"
exclaimed Grandson, AM eff don't do
dat, away, goes detruf, clar out O sight.
An wot sort O. 'ligion you call dat,
Brudder 'Bijah?'
'Tain't no kind at ALL said 'Bijah,
fur ives bound ter stick to dc truf,
which IS de bottom cornerstone OBJ
piousness. But dem apples don't seem
ter git themselves Strengthened out in
my mind, Bruddcr Gran'son.'
1T pearster me, Bruddcr 'Bijah, dat
you doan' look at dem apples in de
right light. If | was gwinc ter sell EN-
to git money ter buy lot O spotted
callikcr 10 make frocks fur dc chiIlen,
or eben ter buy Two pars O shoes fur
me an Judy ter 80 to church in dat
wonld be sin sartin shuh. But you
done furgit dat is gwine ter take de
money straight off ter Mahs'r Morris.
If apples is liz an gifts Sa.25 bari,
of course keeps de extry quarter,
which don pay anyhow fur de trouble
pickin' an hanlin EN-. But de SO |
GIBBS, cash down, ter AIahs'r Morris.
Don you call dat puflectly far an
squar, Brudder Bijah?"
'Bijah shook his head. Dis is a
mighty dubersome question, Brudder
Gran son, mighty dubersome ques-
ton.
Grandson stood with disappointed
expression on his countenance. He
greatly desired to gain from his minis
ter sanction for the financial operation
he had proposed. But this the solemn
Bijah did not appear prepared to give.
As the two men stood together by the
roadside they saw, riding toward them,
Mr.. Morris himself
Now den, exclaimed Grandson,
'heah comes Mahsr Morris, and Is
gwine ter put dis question to hisse'f.
He oughter know how ter "cde bout
it if anybody does
You amt gwine ter tell him bout
dem apples, is YEP asked Bijah,
quickly.
NO sab, replied the other. Use
gwine to put the case on a difrent
show-pint. But twill be the same thing
as de udder.'
Mr.. Morris was gcnial-natured man,
who took a good deal of interest in his
negro neighbors, and was fond of list
ening to their peculiar humor. There
fore, when he saw that Grrndison
wished to speak to him; he readily
| PuliSt uP lilo llO@9S.
'Mahs'r Norris said Grandson, re-
moving his hat, Brudder 'Bijah an me
has been argyin' on dc subjick OBJ truf.
An jcs' as you was comm up was
gwine ter tell him par bic, bout stick
en- ter truf. An if you's got time,
Mahs'r Morris, I'd be pow'ful glad ter
tell you de par bic, an let you eide
tween us.
Very well, said Nj. Morris, settling
himself easily in his saddle, go on with
your parable
II.
Dis ycre parble,' said Grandson,
has got justiyin meanin' in it, an
it's bout bar an possum. De
possum, he was a-gwine out early in
dc mawnin ter sit a little cohn fur his
breakfus =
Very wrong in the opossum, said
Mr. Morris, for | am sure he hadn't
planted any corn.
well, den, sah,' said Grandson,
'p'raps twas akerns ; but, anyway, afore
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