The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1886-06-05
AN OLD-TlME MAMAN.
An Occasion of the Deepest Disp;easure-
Fire of Injured Innocence.

An Occasion of the Deepest Disp;easure-
Fire of Injured Innocence.
1t was one Of those brilliantly warm
evenings recently when New Orleans
citizen sto 5. mops and considers himself
over hasty in the unkind remarks no made
on the late winters freezing manners
High up on ST Charles avenue, directly
! in front OF swell oliye-green mansion,
stvo;i a latch Of color that would have de.
lighted Fortuny. She was big and black,
with the iine polish OF ebony. Her soft,
dark wool had been wrapped so artistically
that each slender roll acted as an interroga-
ton point for her whoe head. A guadily
rich veil and orange turban set off the deep
purple and white alloped gown to adrnira
lion. Huge brass hoops festooned her ears,
completing the tout ensemble Of chic thor
oughhred cook lady.
Tut Of what a all Is vain outward adorn-
ment when a treacherous folly has attacked
the hearth Overtaken in a weak moment,
this nigh type OF African virtue had fallen,
allowing tue sly worm Of the still to crawl
in ANA take possession OF the fair temple of
her be- iy-cioud!ng clear train, dimmins
acute reasoning powers
Tn, chief occasion of her displeasure at
I
Extensively near the sidewalk To her in
famed Imagination it took the form Of an
ind grant mistress who had that morning
discharged her.
Tho conversation began by the dark lady
throwing oil all impediments TO free discus
sion The first thing to 90 we're her shoes
quickly follosel head handkerchief, apron,
with a general loosening of all strings con
fnt hal cha ha nil nd N
her faithful service in fearful wrath;
Il dun slave, yes Lord dun driy an slave
nuf ter or made cd Unck JOB hissef
cuss that mean, low.down Ginkins stock.
From ther Growing NV Their rooster tell
higher ter der stove or dun swetted mort
met
u bin 'cussad wrongfully. bin spit on,
kicked like nubDlns under them Ginkins
proud feet au now gwiue ter hev houerbe
vingence'
A free fight followed The old party's
eyes rolled, and she made for the sapling
with the ire of Injured innocence, The
blow was shocking, she rocked and reeled,
but went for the tree again and again,
exclanning ut the in ,ustce of poor white
folks
wei, why don't yer gimme my money I
Gimme my money, | say. time it ter me,
Or III bust yer right wide open. Shores Pm
name what I'm name, | gwine shake every
stingy tooth outer yer head eff yer don't pay
M tnet two bits what yer owe Inc. l amt
gwine stan nun yer mean ways, en- of can
ask Their money outer yer, gwine snatch it
oudaciOusy.'
The gentler mood sweet wine provokes
now took possession, AMI warm tears fell
like spring shower from her wabbling
eye
Il ant nothing but one old fool niger,
Miss May, an | lowed ter live and die by
you aud them chianS | feel like yer wus
my own chile, fore Gawd | do Amt yer
gwine to let yer old cook come back in her
kitchen an wait on yert
Honey l was Just funnin' with yer this
mawnin, carryin' on a pack of foolishnese
Jest to see what yer g"ine to say amt
never drunk no whisky, you knows l never,
| never, | nev-'
Here the sobs abated, she sunk slowly
down, the broad lids dropped ana in five
minutes only the occasional waggling of a
toe as the i.:s became too personal evinced
life OF any description in the late belliger-
ent.-New Orleans Times Democrat