Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-08-03
HONEST AND TRUTHFUL.
How Good CoIored Gentleman Was
Abused Fly White Man.


Abused by White Man.
The Major was sitting in his libra
ry, smoking fine meerschaum pipe,
when old Sylvester, negro politician,
was announced.
Come in" said the Major, when
Sylvester appeared at the door.
'Yas, sab, | thank you, sab.
thought I'd come in an tell you dat il
amt outen de range o. my erbility
sab, ter git all dem Tenth ward mig
gers ter vote fur you fur mayor"
II am delighted to hear it," the
Major responded, "but have no in
tention of running for mayor. DID
you see what the morning paper said
about me?n
mo, sab"
"rll show you"
When the Major got up to look for
the paper he put his pipe on the CEN
ter-table; but when he looked for his
pipe after reading the paragraph, he
found that it was gone.
"What did l do with that pipe?" he
asked.
"Whut pipe, sah."
THE pipe | was smoking when you
came in
you want smokin' no pipe den
dat is, l didn't see you smokin' none. ,
II was smoking it when you came
in, and l put it on this table when
got up to lock for that paper"
You mouter done it, sab, but
didn't see you"
''But if put it there. why isn't il
there now?'
"Well, dat amt fur me to say. Vas,
sab, dem niggers down dar in de Tenth
ward pays crtentiOn ter cherry word
dat says, an da allus gwine ter vote
fur de man dat | puts out, tOO-dOar
meek no diifunce eff it's fur mayor III
jedge.'
The MAJOR saw smoke issuing from
the pocket of Sylve5ter's linen buster.
"Do every thing you say, ehP'
Oats whut da does. sab; fur Ell
fack. dat's Jest whut da does"
CHATS because you are an honest
man.
Oats de cause, | has no doubt. sah
Oh, it's jest ez easy fur er man ter be
honest [ hear folks maxim err great
miration bout err man bein' honest
but | amt neber found it no trouble.
| jest goes right erlong an tends ter
my own bizness an tells de truth.
neber could see why er man OATS got
any 'speck fur hisse'f wanter tell ell
lie. Man oughter know dat it's gwine
come home ter him sooner ur later.
The smoke increased in volume.
Yes said the Major, cit comes
home to him sooner or later and very
frequently sooner than he expects"
Oats true, sab; dat's true. An |
allus say ter my boys, ST, Boys, no
matter what else you is be truthful an
honest an den de white folks gwine
stan by you. No matter eff the truth
pears to work ergin you at de time
tell it, fur it amt gwine ter be long
till you gwine stand up unspotted.' ,"
The Major saw that Sylvester's coat
tail was on fire, but the old negro, sit
ting screwed around on his chair, was
still unmindful of an approaching ca
lamity.
Yes, Sylvester, honesty and truth
fulness will always win"
"Do it fur er fack, sab, an dat's
jest whut l tells my boys"
You never told a lie, | suppose"
''Well, eff did, it wuz er mighty
long time ergo. When [ wuz er-
mussyful hebens, Use burnin' up.
WhoOp! Use on fire"
He jumped up, and while he was
putting out the fire the pipe dropped
on the floor
Ill doan' un'er5tan' dis yere,
he said as he gave the skirt of the
buster final twist. "How dat pipe
cOulder got in dat pocket | don't
know"
II don't think it is at all strange, y
the Major replied.
"Who doan?'
Il don't"
Look yere, is you cuzen' me right
here in yere own house; you come
flingin' out err sinywatiOn at me? Set
err mans coat er fire an den tromp on
his feelin's by 'cuzen himP You amt
my sorter folks. | amt got s'ciety
wild you Come 'stroyin' err mans
clothes an den lOokin' at him wild
s'picion. I'm gwine. "-Arkansaw
Traveller.