Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-01-24

ter eat out a. trough.
"Doan' yo' CUB IN anuder hunk o. dat
pone, ness yo' wants ter see I'm bustl
Is'e screechin' ter stop dat chile a
melsin' commyrand OBJ himself"
Auntie Whenders reluctantly drew
away the delicacy from in front OF her
only son, surreptitiously emptied the
crumbs from her apron into his lap and
observed:
"D' pore liddle honey hezt' eat, pop
per, en- 7 d. good Crater put paunch
inter d boy whad's hard fer T. fill,
faint d. kids fault, dat it amt, an r
hates fer T. see d. kind'r gnawin' look
on IN when he's hungered. Jes' huff IN
hab glarss OBJ skum-mill1 for d. sake
OBJ settlin' he's vittles, d pore liddle
'fencless lamb"
"All fse godder say is" breathed
Mr.. Whenders as he lighted his pipe
at the tallow dip, "dat # eat boy kin fin
space for glarss OBJ milk, he's 'lasticl
Let up dar, you swine niger twell
r tells yo' many dote."
Mrs. Whender left the room. She
had heard the coming story told to
each of large family of boys, who,
one after another, had gone out into
the great world to be lost in its cafes
and policy shops, and 1t had grown
tiresome TO her.
"Let up dar, straight. yo' Makeshift,
befo' i spat yo' wiz d. bread-cutters!
Lissen. d. fust year yo' NANNY 'en
yo' dad set up fer d. cabin en- demselfs,
one r dem Soggers gals kim ober one
mawnin' an fetched d. purtiest nddle
kitten yo' cher see. She wuz dat soft
en- shiny t waz hard wuk fer t keep
yo' han often her-en playp-chile
alive! dat kitten wud play wiz a shad-
der of a fly on d. wall.
1--WE KEEP her long en- fed her good,
n bimeby she growed up be one o. d.
fines cats dey wuz in d. hull village.
Folks ustr stop n front OBJ d. house
when dey druv by, en- wach dat cat o
lynn in d. sun katchin' hopper grasses
en- crickets; en- hit warn't q good day
when we wuzn't offered clean away up
ter q ten-dollar note for her. Yo
nanny done git so 'tached to her dat
l god jellus es a green snake, mo N
wunst, en-well, chile, she wuz d. mos
populares' cat dat eber wuz raised in
dis yer 'cality. Now, whadjer 'spose
happened fer ter mex us hate dat an
mile, like Saul hated Davep Whadjer
spose, yo rav'nous hddle crocodile, yo'p
"Lissen agin!
"Dat cat godder be hawg, jes like
you.
Eat? Fo' lau' n mitey's saik, she'd
eat d clabbuds Off n d. house If yer din
N watch her.
"Yo nanny cetched her one day
eatin' d. iron ring out'n d. hitch post
frunt oh d. house. An ez fer rats, dey
wasn't one in d. county two weeks aftah
she cut her back teef.
"Hit went long fer days en- weeks en-
months, en- finally one mornin' drawd
tn line. She went an swalled COON
skin cap o. mine, vizzer N all, dat I'd
trunlled twenty mile through Billiards
Swamp fer to- shoot, en- l drawd d. line
tight, chile.
"D' loop OBJ it were round dat cats
neck en- when / lief go on it, she
couldn' hev ate Il yo' galvinized her
wild Electricity. 70 nanny she cried
en- TUX an tareble bad, but 'twarnt no
use. Dat cat wuz pas eatin' any mo-,
EN- ter kind of pac'fy d. pore woman, /
says & her says /, Debrah, whads agip
my shunnun dat karlciss en- mekin' yo
a milf out N d hide?"
"Miffp Whad's a miff?" broke in
MGloshift, who by this time was get
! ting very uneasy.
"Why, 20 iggcrant Ounce, hits one
C dem roun' tings fer ter put yo' hans
ia -Shon dey's COLE" was tho reply.
'.Moff yo' means, do'an' yo', dadPu
"Umpah, yes; mofT, da's hit. Well,
done skun d. cat, dried d hide on d.
back do, en- when d. winter kim on L
med moff dat TUX d. shine offin all d.
furs dey wuz roun'.
NANNY med q kind r box fer it
out NV WATERFALL, en- outside r lossin'
d cat she wuz d proudest dame y0
ever see.
NOW lissen hard, yo' serapegace! D.
iust time aftah made dat moff we wuz
settin' at d tebble eatin' breakfus'
when whad shud happen but we heered
kind o. russlin' SCUM under d. tebble,
en- what yo' s'pose we seen?"
''Gophers god in," suggested Make
shift.
"NawP
"Mammy's fut done got 'sleepP"
'Naw, en- hits luck fer 20 she amt
here.
Here's what we seen. ! hopes fort
die Y dat moff warn't settin' up on d.
end OBJ it, lool1in' kinder pealin', en- beg
ON fer sump'n e eatp"
Makeshift wriggled off his chair,
made a break for the door, and as he
darted out he exclaimed over his
shoulder, dad, Use king-dinged Y /
wouldn't rudder be haw'g den liar
every day N tn week!"-J. S. Good
win, in New York World.