Telegram-herald., 1889-05-31

a-toeln' hard In de Eel al day, and he mean
'aOGgh 10 dock my wages Ten oents cause
l wzren't back a. noon est al de minute. l
warn late more'a half al hour or tree
cuartsrs or a. hour az Dc mos, an l was
dat cause bad 10 see SIN Jones bout de
watermLh0us for de church fest DE but
l give him piece Of my mind
i 'spose MIR. Benson doa' want 70 pay
for work be dou' git.
Don giti Why, thar was Sam Stevens
an BIZ Jeakins they talk moren half dc
time. an rested on they handles rnore'n
tiother half, an tid be deck them anyi Not
he He got spite Eain me. know dat dis long
tine. An he's as close > pignut, any
way"
did you cit yo' ten centsF asked Aunt
Lucy, wisely wliving arguments.
''So, l didn't Nor he won't git no mo-
work outen me for nothin, an so toP him
TO his face" replied Goliath, following his
wife into the supper table, whereon the
corn was steamlng In golden pile, the
red tomatoes were temptingly sliced, and
the redder water melon occupied the place
Of honor in the center. The sight Modified
10 some extent the angry man, and his
grumblings died away In vague muttering.
Wizard you git dat new hoer aueried
Aunt Lucy, as 'Liah hung that instrument
up IN the wood-shed preparatory 10 a souse
In the basin of water ready In the kitchen
sink
"Nebber you mind. Women always want
stick their nose into ebberyting."
Mr. Johnson was evidently in a very bad
hurlor.
AN what you done wild our ole hoe you
took away dis noon. You didr' trade dat
of for new one, dat know, 'Liah," persisted
| his wife.
"Yes, did, 4 We ,rfu know"
"'Liah Johnsing," blurted out Aunt Lucy,
as a sudden suspicion famed in her eyes,
''dat ain Z ore Of doses Benson's hoes, You
ain't gone an changed of yo' ole hoe for
one his n, hopes You wouldn do dat if he
Is a shncher, m you member de church,
'Liah Johnsingr
"Miss Johnsing, you jest ten to yo' own
buis ness. Dom you let me hear no mo-,
not one mo- word, bout dat hoe. You hear
met"
| With closely compressed lips Aunt Lucy
completed the preparations for supper. She
| called in the children-six, of all ages-and
they sat down.
'"Liah Johnsing, ask de blessing" she
! said, her usualintimatlon that all was ready
! for start but on this occasion accom-
panied with look that said plainly: ''If
you can"
The meal went somewhat gloomily of
The overtures Of the younger fry TO either
| parent We're grumpily met Supper things
being cleared away, young Sally sat down
to the melodeon in the parlor and played
Moody and Sankey songs for the johnson
chorus, while their elders sat in the porch
and silently watched the young moon go
| down, each absorbed in unple asing medlta-
ton.
Suddenly, as bedtime drew near, 'Liah
rose and went into the house, saying as he
went: Got TO 20 down TO de sto', Lucy. /
forgot got TO NOW Dawkinses fiel to- NOR
row, an my whetstun's worn clean down TO
de bone, an I've got to start of to morrow
fore sto's open"
'Liah had been gone hardly minute
when Aunt Lucy called in tragic whisper
to Paul, her oldest boy, six years Of age,
who was just then deep in Only an Armor-
bearer" "Y on, Paul, you come here quick,
| by yO'self'
Paul, used to obeying, came promptly,
and was drawn close up 10 his mother on the
settee. 'Now, you Paul." continued the
tragic whisper, Il wonder kin trust you
10 do something for me"
Paul, distrustful Of such general demands,
kept discrectly silent.
Il wish you's little bigger, but de Lord
will hor you up. Paul, you listen"
A small boy could hardly listen more in
tently.
"When yo' paw comes home from de stO',
an we's all gone to bed an got 'sleep-yo'
nearin', PauIF'
''Yes'm"
''You get up stills mouse, an you 60
GIT dat hoe yO' paw brought home an don