The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1889-07-18

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'nough to dock my wages ten cents cause
l warren back at noon jest at de minute.
warnt late more'n half an hour or tree
quarters or an hour at de mos, an I was
dat cause had to see Sim Jones bout de
watermillions for de church fest'blc. But
| give him piece of my mind"
Il 'spose Ir. Benson dom want TO pay
for work he dom git"
''Don' Ct! Why. thar was Sam Stevens
an Bill Jenkins; they talk more'n half de
time, an rested on they handles more'n
t'OtRer half, an did he dock them any! Not
he. He got spite gain me. know dat dis long
time. An he's as close S a pignut, any.
way"
Ibid you git yo' ten cents?" asked Aunt
Lucy, wisely waving arguments.
mo, | didn't. Nor he won't git no mo-
work outen me for nothin', an so tot him
to his face" replied Goliath, following his
wife into the supper table, whcreon the
corn was steaming in a golden pile, the
red tomatoes were tcmptingly sliced, and
the rCdder watermelon occupied the place
of honor in the center. The sight Modified
to some extent the angry man, and his
grumblings died awayin vague muttering.
Wizard you git dat new hoe!r queried
Aunt Lucy, as 'Liah hung that instrument
up in the wood-shcd preparatory to a souse
IL the basin of water ready in the kitchen
sink.
'Nebber you mind. Women always want
stick their nose into ebberytng."
Mr.. johnson was evidently in very bad
humor.
! ''An' what you done wild our ole hoe you
| took away dis noon! You didn' trade dat
off fornew one, dat l know, 'Liah," persisted
! hls wife.
"Ncs, did, + We ,cW know"
Liah Johnslng." blurted out Aunt Lucy,
| as sudden suspicion famed in her eyes,
| dat amt OGe of Moses Benson's hoes You
amt gone an changed off yo' ole hoe for
| Cne his'n, hope! You wouldn' do dat if he
is a skincher, m you member de church,
| 'Liah Johnsing!'
Miss Johnsing, you Jest ten to yo' own
| business. Don yCu let ME hear no mo-
rot one mo- word, bout Cat hoe. You hear
me-
With closely compressed lips Aunt Lucy
completed the preparations for supper. She
called in the children-six, of all agCs-and
they sat down.
''Liah Johnaing, ask dc blessing she
said, her usualintimatlon that all was ready
! for start, but on this occasion accom-
panied with a look that said plainly: "If
! you can
| The meal went somewhat gloOmily of
| The overturc5 Of the younger fry to either
! parent were grumpily met Supper things
being cleared away, young Sally sat down
| to the mclOdcCn in the parlor and played
| Moody aud Sankey songs for the Johnson
| chorus, whI their elders sat in the porch
and silently watched the young moon 60
! down, each absorbed in unpleasng mcdlta-
/ ton.
! Suddenly, as bedtime drew near, 'Llah
rose and went into the house, saying as he
went: Got to 80 down to de sto' Lucy.
! forgot l got to NOW Dawkinscs fel to NOR
row, an Iny whctstun's worn clean down tc
de bone, an I've got to start off tomorrow
fore sto's open"
'Liah had been gone hardly minute
when Aunt Lucy called in a tragic whisper
TO Paul, her oldest boy, six years of age
who was just then deep in Only an Armor
bearer" You, Paul, you come here quick
| by yo'self.'
Paul, used to obeying, came promptly
and was drawn close up to his mother on the
scttee. "Now, you Paul" continued the
tragic whisper, Il wonder kin trust you
TO do something for me-"
! Paul, distrustful of such general demands
kept discrectly silent.
Il wish you's little bigger, but dc Lord
will hol' you up. Paul, you listen.'
\ small boy could hardly listen more in
tently.
"When yo' paw comes homo from de sto'
hearin', Paul:'
''Yes'm."
''You get up stills mouse, an you &c
] ,,;t Il hoo 1-O, ,aauy brCurlIr homo NJ don