The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1889-11-21

trick dis mlser' BILE ole niger played
on me-"
$50 on, Ned" said my father, with
a resigned air.
"Well, it wuz de fft nigh O de
fever" said Uncle Ned, "an' I wuz a.
tossin' an moanin', an old Anniky
jes' lay back in her cheer an snored
as eff dozen frogs wuz in her throat.
I wuz a-perishin' an a-burnin' wild
thirst, an 1 holered to Anniky; but
Lor'! might as we'll "a hollered to i
tombstone! It wuz ice l wanted; an
/ knowed dar wuz glass somewhar on
my table wild cracked ice in it. Lor'
Lor'! how dry 1 wuz! 1 Ineber long
ed fer Nhiskey in my born days ez
l painted fur dat ice. 1t wuz powerful
dark, fur de grease wuz low in de
lamp, an de wick spluttered wild a
dyin' flame. But felt aroun', feeble
like an slow, till my fingers touched a
glass. l pulled it to me, an 1 run
my han in an grabbed de ice, as I
s'posed, an flung it in my n.ouf, an
crunched. an crunched-"
Here there was an awful pause.
Uncle Ned pointed his thumb at An
Milky, looked wildly at my father, and
said, in a hollow voice: "H aouz An-
niky's teef!"
My father threw back his head and
laughed as I had never heard him
laugh. Mother from her sofa joined
in. 1 was doubled up like jack
knife in the corner But as for the
principals in the affair, neither of
their faces moved a muscle. They
saw no joke Aunt Anniky, in a
dreadful, muffied, squashy sort of
voice, took up the tale:
"Nexsh ting I knowed, Marsh
Charles, somebody's sheizin' me by de
head, a-jammin' it up gin de wall, a
jawin' at me like de Angel Gabriel at
de rish ole sinners in de bad plashe-
an dar wash ole Ned a-spittin' like
a black cat, an an a-howlin' so dread
full dat 1 fought he wash de debil; an
when I got de light, dar wash my
beautiful chany teef a-fung aroun'
like scattered seed corn, on de flo,
an Ned a-swarin' he'd have de law
O me-"
can arter all dat" broke in Uncle
Ned, 'she pretends to lay claim fur
my pig. But l says no, sir; I don't
pay nobody nothin' who's played me
trick like dat
"Trick !" said Aunt Anniky, scorn-
fully, "whar's de trick ? Tink l want.
ed yer ter eat my teef? An turder.
mo- Marsh Sharles, dar's jes' dis about
it when dat night set in dar warn't
no mo- hope fur old Ned dan fur a
foundered sheep. Laws a-massy dat's
why l went ter sleep. l wanted tel
hev strengt' ter put on his burial
clo'es in de mornin'. But don yel
see, Marsh Sharles, dat when he got
so mad it brought on sweat dat broke
de feyer! 1t saved him But, fur all
dat, artel munchin' an manglin' my
chany teef, he has de imperdence OF
tryin' to 'prive me OBJ de pig I honest
ly armed.
1t was hard case. Uncle Ned sal
there very image of injured dignity
while Aunt Anniky bound red hand
chief around her mouth and famed
herself with her turkey tail.
"I am sure l dent know how to set
tie the matter" said father, helplessly
Ned, 1 don't see but that you'll have
to pay up.
"Neber, Mars Charles, neber.
."Well, suppose you get married
suggested father, brilliantly. "Tha
will unite your interests, you know.
Aunt Anniky tossed her head
Uncle Ned was old, wizened, wrinklet
as raisin, but he eyed Anniky ove
with supercilious gaze, and said will
dignity "Ef I wanted ter marry,
could git likely young gal.
All the four points of Anniky'
turban shook with Indignation. "Pa,
me fur dem chany teef!" she Kissed.
Some visitors interrupted the di.
pnte at this time, and the two oil
darkies went away.
A week later Uncle Ned appeared
with rather sheepish look.
"Well, Mars Charles he sald
"I's about concluded dat I'll MARI
| Anniky.
"Ah! is that so?
] "'Pears like it's de onliest way
kin save my pigs" said Uncle Nee
with sigh. when she's marie
she boun' ter hey me. Women be
your husbands; dat's what de goo
Book says.
"Yes, she will bay you, I dor
doubt" said my father, making a pu
that Uncle Ned could not appreciat,
can eff ever she opens her jaw te
me bout dem ar teef," he went OF
"I'll mash her.
| Uncle Ned tottered on his legs lik
an unscrewed fruitstand, and ha
my own opinion as to his "mashine
Aunt Anniky. This opinion was col
frmed the mex, day when father offe
ed her his congratulations. "You al
old enough to know your own mind
he remarked.
"I's ole, maybe" said Anniky, "b,
so is a. oak-tree, an it's vigorous,
, reckon. rs purity vigorous sort
growth myself, an l reckon I'll ha'
my own way with Ned. I'm gwine
, fatten dem pigs O hisn. an you 9
. eff I don't sell 'em mex Christmas f
, money 'nouf ter git new string
i chany teef
, Look here, Anniky," said faith,
with burst of generosity, you Al
: Ned will quarrel about those teeth I
r the day of doom, 80 Will make yol
3 wedding present Of another set, tt