Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-03-19

Is heard reverberatlng along the col-
umned arches with the long, sing-song
chant Of ''You Ag-gyAoh you Ag-gy
--yo' cum heah dis msnit;" then low
ering her voice and the angry looking
tignon at the same time, 'Lawd knows
chillen's pesky-an my iyuns as hot al
kin be, now got TO stop an wrench out
dem camberick hankshers-de hole
Dressed six on dem too-good Lawdl
den dey got ter be clare stached too.
all over agin, my Lawdl Honey" this
in a sweet, sugared tone TO her young
lady, 'little mistiss, please ma'am,
honey, git off on dat table, done ak
you afoh-you's a meddlin and q mus
sin all mong dem dar white close,
and dis heah skirt boawd amt a ittin
TO iyun desc odder tings on-so | does
need my table dis mint chile"
What pleading cadences the old
slave voices we're capable of Little
mistiss" kicked up her heels a trife
higher, made a naughty moo at the
old woman and said with severe de-
liberation, Aunt Sukey, look here
now, Tn not going TO bulge from
here-no, l won't-until you tell me
where you get all that rigmarole about
my not going back TO the Sacre Ceur,
and my being old enough TO put on
long dresses and wear my hair 'en
coihe.' You have been teasing me, i
am sure, and yet-yes, ! dol wish 1t
were true, but l know papa too well:
Papa has always said / should attend
school until was 10, and-pshawi /
don't believe one word you say"
"Well, chile, what / done tole you
is tole, and is true too-God knows it's
his gospel trufe-heah. Aggy, hurry
up your stumps, little gal, fetch dat
pail heah-datu do-now run skeowr
yo knives 70 de dinnah ta~ble-skeowr
dem putickla bright, gal" with a mis-
chieyous smile breaking out like sum-
mer sunshine over the swart blackness
Of her fat face, ZOOS 20 an me and
little mistiss heah, we knows who is q
cumin to dinnah dis Chooseday"-and
"Mammy's chile, u o'clock bells done
rung a long time, an 20 amt got no
time fur TO wais; 20 pas orful putickla
bout 70 chillun O bein up an above
stairs an a havin 20 eads all smooved
befo 3 o'clock dinnah time-run ahed,
chile-oh sakeis alivel good Lawdl
Git up, chile, git rite up from dahl"
These last words spoken harshly and
with anxious bewilderpent, an anx-
ious tremble in every hasty ~ejacula-
ton.
Little mistiss" was too idle and too
insouciante TO be very observant Of
these marked tones.
'Pshaw-tiens done, old Sukey
Blue Skin, you needn't think I'm GO
ing to bother much about smoothing
my hair, and I'm not going to change
my dress at all; who's coming, any
how3 Only that old Mr.. Roberts from
Last Retreat and he comes 10 see
papa every day, either morning, noon
or evening; he is always here, some
times twice q day, and how they do
tramp up and down, up and down, it
is q wonder that gallery Aoordontfall
in, or the plapks wear out, or some
thingl But, dear me" with a bright
smile lurking in the corners of the
blush gray eyes, IF only some of the
young men would be invited TO din
ner; but papa is droll, very. He
thinks ! am too young for beaux
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.; and / never
shall forget how badly papa treated
that poor timid Oscar when he called
to see me the week after / came home.
Poor Oscarl He did not linger long
before he said, Bon soirl And all for
WHAT Just because papa found-oh,
long ago-during my last vacances
some poor little verses Oscar wrote me;
such innocent verses, no harm in them.
This is what l remember of them: If
you love me as ! love you, no knife
can cut our love in two There was
q billet doux above these lines, but !
paid no attention TO those fine French
compliments, so I've forgotten all
about the billet doux, but !
remember those English lines,
all owing TO papa's conduct too,
because papa saw the note some
where lying about, and, ma foil
but he was vexedi He scolded me q
rhorreuri and stormed out, Par ex-
ample, he would show the young
gamin he had something that would
cut that love in two, by the eternal
my bowie knifer Grand Dieul but
papa was furious, let me tell you.
Poor cher Oscari / never see him
now, and papa is vel talking against
the young men hereabouts-some are
vauriens, others are ces petits gems la,
and again counter hoppersl As for
me, although II seems papa means it
all for me, every word for me, l would
not glance twice at a counter hopper
mo yard sticks and tape measures
for mel'
And thus the monologue continued
in the fresh, vibrant young voice, and
Sukey, forgetting all about the woeful
'camberick handshers" put TO soak in
the round little blue tub, was standing
arms kimbo looking at her little mis-
tiss" with a queer smile beaming over
her old, fat jolly face, and her sides
quite shaky with suppressed laughter;
and Aggy's agile form had stopped on
its way kitchenward, and was now
partially hidden behind the latticed
dairy, whence she could see and hear
everything, her perfect oval features
relaxed from their wonted sadness Of
expression (all mulattoes have sad
faces, ! think, and were radiant with
fun and bright expectancy; little mis-
tss was not astonished at this change
Of base in her audience. She was ac-
customed 10 these transitions in her
loved house servants. When she talked
she might sway and move them 10
Laughter or TO tears, and when she
spoke Of papa's moods-why, them
they were vastly amused because she