Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1889-01-18
much spect fer d pigs, rid SEN yo' out

ter eat out d. trough.
"Doan' yo' CUB IN anuder hunk o. dat
pone, ness yo' want, ter see IN bust!
Is'e screechin' ter stop dat chile a
mekin a commyrand oh 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 fiddle honey hezt eat, pop
per, en- T d. good Crater put a 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 I'M
hab glarss OBJ skum-milk for d sake
oh settlin' he's vittles, d. pore liddle
'fencless lamb"
"All Use godder say is" breathed
Mr.. Whenders as he lighted his pipe
at the tallow dip, "dat T eat boy kin fin
space for glarss OBJ milk, he's 'lastic!
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 it had grown
tiresome to her
LET up dar, straight yo' Makeshift,
befo' / spat yo' wiv d bread-cutters!
Lissen. ID 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 liddle
kitten yo' eber 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 shad-
der of a fly on d wall.
I'VE 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 oh d house
when dey druv by, en- wach dat cat a
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 a ten-dollar note for her. Yo
nanny done git so tached to her dat
l god jellus es green snake, mo n
wunst, en-well, chile, she wuz d mos
populares' cat dat cher wuz raised in
dis yer 'cality Now, whadjer 'spose
happened fer ter mex us hate dat an
mile. like Saul hated Dave? Whadjer
spose yo raw nous liddle croc' die, yo'?
'Lissen agin!
dat cat godder be hawg, jes like
you.
Eat? Fo' Ian mitey's saik, she'd
eat d clabbpds of n d house if yer din
n watch her.
"Yo nanny cetched her one day
eatin' d iron ring outn 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' | 5rawd
tn line. She went an swalled o coo
skin cap o mine. vizzer n all, dat
trunlled twenty mile through Blizzard
Swamp fer to shoot, en- | drawd d., line
tight, chile.
ID loop oh it were round DAT
neck en- when | lief go on ill.,
couldn' hev ate # yo' galvinized =,
wild Electricity. Yo nanny lhe CT
en- TUX an tareble bad, but 'twarn' f!
use. Dat cat wuz pas eatin' any
EN- ter kind of pac'fy d pore wo
says { her says |, Debrah, wha6
my shunnun dat karIiss en- me
a milf out n d hide?"
Milf? Whad's a miff?" bro
Makeshift, who by this time wa
ting very uneasy.
"Why. 20 iggerant Ounce, hit
o dem roun' tings fer ter put yo'
in when dey's COLE" was the reply
"Moff yo' means, do'an' yo, dad
'Umpah, yes; moff. da's hit. "
/ done skun d cat, dried d. hide OF
ha Hpf Il L., r
med moff dat TUX d. shine offin all d.
furs dey wuz roun'.
NANNY med kind r box fer it
out NV WATERFALL en- outside r lossin'
d cat she wuz d proudest dame yo'
ever see.
Now lissen hard, yo' scrapegace! D.
fust time aftah | made dat moff we wuz
a settin' at d tebble eatin' brealxfus'
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.
"Naww
"Mammy's fut done got 'sleepg"
'Naw, en- hits luck fer yo she amt
here.
Here's what we seen. hopes fer t
die 7 dat moff warn't settin' up on d.
end OBJ it, lookin' kinder pealin', en- beg
gin fer sump'n t eat?"
Makeshift wriggled off his chair,
made break for the door, and as he
darted out he exclaimed over his
shoulder, dad, Use king-dinged T
wouldn't rudder be a haw'g den liar
every day N tn weeki"-J. S. Good
win, in New York World.