The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-04-30
The Right Man,

49, ~ via Alali Va IA
pcrience to take charge of aplantation.
Old Simon Peters, a well known color
ed preacher, applied for the place.
'Do you think that you can take
charge of the place." Mr.. Halbert ask
ed.
wall, sab, eff I didn' think so |
wouldn' come ter yer. l knows all
erhout er plan alton fur l wuz raised
dar."
know all about planting c%otton?'
''It's right inter my han. Amt
neber done nothin' else
Il understand that you are a preach
err"
"Yas, sab, dat l is"
We'll. it is on this account as we'll as
on any other that l employ you, for I
want no one but a man of high moral
sensibility."
'.Dat's me-
Il am glad to hear it. There are n
large number of negroes in the neigh
borhood and van you to preach to
them"
III do it, sah.'
II want you to organize Sunday
schools, and teach the children"
Oats whit | lows ter do. Is been
lookin' fur er place o dis kline fur er
long time, an de Lawd amt gwine ter
let yer suffer fur givin' me dis heah OPP
~portunity.'
Il hope not
Il knows He won't boss. Gimme
yer hans. We wantster jine hans in
de junction o dis greet 'ligious wuck."
Il want you to 20 at once, Simon.
for it is time to be getting in the crop"
"Gwine right erway. sah.n
About three weeks afterward, Mr..
Halbert met old Simon on the street.
''How is everything on the planta-
tion?"
''Fust rate, neber better, sab"
Glad to hear it. Land in good con-
dition?"
Mighty fine"
Got plenty of tools9"
"Oh. vas. sab, but ] wush ver'd SEN
down cr nuder bar'l o meal an er few
mo- middlin's o meat. Hard wick
makes er man eat powerful, sah.'
"4All right, I'll give You an order for
what supplies you want
"Thankcc sab. Oh. l sees dat vessel
knows how ter fam
Mr.. Haibert was delighted with his
prospects. During his entire life he had
bcen in embarrassing want of money.
but now with the income of Il planter.
he could live in a BETTING way. He
wrote to several cotton dealers and with
one of them he made satisfactory ar,
ran@ements. He intended several times
to visit his plantation, but something
always came up to interfere with his
design. He was prompt in sending
supplies aud it must be confessed thai
old Simon was prompt in asking fol
them.
why. how are you. Simon?' the
minister one day exclaimed upon meet
ing his manager.
''Fust rate, sab, fust rate, in fack
neber better.
Everything is getting all right OF
the plantation. | suppose?"
.'Lubly, sab, lubly."
How many bales to the acre do yol
expect TO make?"
'.Dar amt no tellin' sab. fur de Ian
J down dar is de deceibin'ust groun'
cher seed in my life. Yer KANT hardl.
| tell nothin' crbout it. Cuts Ian, | tell
yer"
I'm be satisfied with half a bale pc
: acre"
Il sklaimed dat yer KANT tell moth
in erbout it. Say, boss wush yer'd sen
me down er nuder bar'l O meal an
midlin' mo- meat
: Look here, Simon, aren't yo
5 rather wasteful of the supplies | sen
5 down thcre:2'
"Oh, no sab. not er tall. Yer doal
u ketch me wastin' nothin' dat's good te
S eat. Use one o de keerfulcst men we
eber seed in yer life, boss"
Somehow the minister grew anxious
so several days after his last intervie,
o with old Simon he went down to Sc
how his crop was getting along. A
n he rode along a lane he was astonishe
b to find his fields oycrgrown with weeds
= and further on, he was Mortified upo
discovering that not q single stock {
= cotton was visible on his land. II
v hurried to the plantation house. BIZ
G fore reaching the place his ears wcr
greeted with a hymn. He stealthil
IS stepped up on the gallery and looked il
e The main room of the house W.
crowded with colored people, and, on
platform, old Simon stood preaching.
s'Bruderen." said he, Use got te
hab some mo- money. III we KANT ha
. ernudder f%easto' de passober. Dat La
bar'l O meal an two middlin's o me;
II whut 1 bought wild de las money
IL c'leckted is erbout out an now l wan
a fl dollars mo-
q Just then Old Simon caught sight
; the minister. The colored divine di
missed the congregation and a%pproachc
the minister.
l. '.You old scoundrel,' exclaimed NJ
IS Halbert, Il ought to Kill YOU"
@ Kill me? Wy boss. whut's
/ done?"
" You haven't done anything, youo
" thief. You have run me in debt, al
have ruined my prospects for a who
year"
=, Look heah, yer's er mighty strans
~ pusson. somehow. Wanted me t
=, preach de gospel and start up Sunda
schools. an now arter Is done it y
wants ter raise er kick. De days O
~ saints amt ober yit. Look out, do;
" yer choke me-! Ell yer kicks me erg
I'll hurt yer. Oar, yer's done it ergi
at l KANT stay heah wild such CT tidge
If pusson ez yerse'f is. Goodbye, sab
II -ArkansalU Trare[er.