Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-09-10
THE EARTHQUAKE IN EGYPT.
"Fool PA'son" and IA Hayward Sister
Rrconciled.
From LhA Ntao York Tri1unl

From, EAe Neao York Tribune.
EGYPT, VA, Sept. 2.-On the night of the
earthquake shock was sitting with Mile.
my l4-year- old oolored protege, coming over
her lesson Just opposite me, when there was a
Knock. Millie answered the summons, but
dod ged back precipitately as she recognized
the dusky face of the deacon of the colored
church.
"Evenin', Slst' Harris, evepin', Madam"
said the caller. stumbling in with an obse-
quious bow. ~ calP, Sist' Harris, TO- to wife
You down to meet the trustees: we is bout TO
hoP a meetin'. and we 'poses to rivesticate dis
little diff 'ence twiX you an de pa'son."
meetln' no Trustees dis nj ght. I got no diff
'ence wild de pa'son. He lets me lone, lets
him lone. OATS my 'ligion. dat is"
"f wye bettah be a anserin to de summons.
'vises We as fren' to be givin' in yo side
Of de treble whilst de do am open to ye,
Sist' Mllie. Ye bettah be comm"
Now, l TOP you amt COMM" repeated
back fo' you pains an tell dat wall-eyed pa
son l got no use TO- him no how. an neber did
hab, an amt carin' waver dey inhrms me
mex church meetin' or not. Now git; ye
need'en be stanin' dab, TO- amt a comm,
and OATS de en- on it,"
"Ah, Sist Mile, dis aim no way TO- a sist'
to ack. But de deble am holm sway in yo'
heart, suah an Ieabes We to him ubiquitous
powah, Slst' Mile. 1 leabes We to him, till de
Good Lo'd KEN along wild he roll lng an rum
bin an shakin' Of de formations of de yearth,
an den yen be glad to git up an KEN agin."
With which warning he shambled off.
deed, ain goin' to no church meetin',"
growled Mile, 40 no OF fool niggah pa'son
dat cher brow BRET"
Nv hat Is the trouble. Milie?" ventured.
why, y see, Miss" explained Mile with
her running tongue. 81 has de stiff neck las
Sunday, an / lays down on de seat IN de
meetln,, an de pa'son he KEN steppin' long
dat way fo'2 Why dun yo' sit up an ac' in u
sist's placer An 1 answers up, 'W-w-wah
yo' treblin' bout me To-? IL as much in a
sist's place as yo' does in q brudder's place.
Den he SOS, Look out dah, Sist' Mile, de deb
pie am gettin' de uppah han OBJ you, suah.
Try TO- to shame de debble a little longer.
Try To- to hol' TO grace yet awhileP Den
gets mad an l jes' sasses him good. toll
him kin git de deble in me jes' as well as he
kin In him, an kin hoP him heep longer.
an am no ways anxious to be intirmed into
de chu'ch 70 how. Den he shet up an dun
say no mo-, but af'er dat he hab de insurance
to ask me to pray. Oh'p' with contemptu-
Gus shrug, dat OF fool niggah pa'son beat the
insurance of de deble he sef, he hab. suah"
late, After this summing up Of their differences
Millie sat down to her book. but l noticed
that she was i'll at ease, and that the sound OF
voices from the colored church as they
reached US through the window seemed to
sway before my eyes, and then / saw Miles
hand begin to wag from side to side while
her white trimmed eyes rolled In terror.
"Milhe, what are you doing?"
"L-'od. Miss, Ill aim a dom muffin, but
de hui yearth am a trem'ln" she gasped
through her chatterIng teeth. Then with a
wild leap across the table she cried: "Oh, fo'
de Lod mistess, it am de judgmen' day! 1t
am de Almighty kumin' wiz dc rollin' and
rumblin' an shakin' of de yearth! HOP on,
Mis'er Debel! Hse gwine, deed is! All. yes,
Massa L'od, dis niggah will be on handn' with
which she rushed through the door and went
flying toward the colored church, uttering
explanatory prayers and promises at every
leap. Before the church door she tnmbled in
to group of kneeling deacons. all praying vo-
clferously. No one had the ''insurance" to
ask Mile to pray, but she joined the chorus
OF voices without invitation. After the shock
had subsidized and their terror somewhat
abated, the STOOL niggah pa'son" stumbled to
his feet, and. spreading his SHAKING hands
above the heads of his PROSTATE flock, said:
"Bredern in de Lo'd, an fellah sisL's, dis
am wa'nin' fom de Almighty strait an
cl'ar TO- us as is 'clined to fab f'om grace, fo'
us as de debble am a-reaehin AFTER. to stan
cleah of he grip! HoP fas' to de Lo'd, oh, my
chIPen TO- de debble am near at ham! He
am movin' de berry foundation OBJ de yearth!
oh, yes dat am a fac'v'
"Ahmen? Bress de Lo'dn' answered the
brethren, and "Oh, yes! dat am a fac"
echoed Millie. HE was neah' at ham dis
time. suah."