Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-06-14


"Wet cz drownded rat, you is. What
oil you ter be goin' in de rain2 Amityi
You go fetch me pair dry stockin, en-
dem ole linen CATERS In dc bottom ward
row drawer. II over SEQ sich n chile!
What Missle-virey gwan sch ter your
"what Missle-v -virey gwan sch ter your
demanded old Gilbert. "Dis dc way you
tex care o. mawster's chileY'
sis 1t you got de raisin' o. mawster's
chillun, or is II mey' rctorted Glory Ann,
arresting the work Of pulling of Missy's
stockings, and setting her arms akimbo.
Answer me dat!"
"Hit's me- replied old Gilbert, mildly.
"You hear dat now, you niggers? You
hear dat9' said Glory-Ann, appealing to
the company. "What wild yo' Gavin.
stalk fiddles, en- 20 sassafrac root. 20
pateridge aiggs, en- you bird.nesses, en-
one thin en- another, you is alters been
totem mawster's chillen OF, en- hits me,
me what has ter nuss 'em wild de Group
en- de So throat, en- all dat. Say you
raise desc chillen, ehY'
Pears lax I'se done my SHARE" said
old Gilbert, unabashed.
Amity had not stirred step, and
Glory-Ann, in great wrath, turned upon
her and gave her "a box on the ear. "Tek
dat, en- go!' she said, fiercely. "Stan'
roun' gapin' lax hoptoad after hy."
"Amity is my niggerv' shrieked Missy.
"You got no right to hit her."
81 gwan hit her ez my Judgment fa-
vors,' said Glory-Ann, as she sat down
upon the floor and took Missy's feet in her
lap and rubbed them admiringly; they
were pretty little feet. "But you gwan
git 'em all crippled up wild de roomatiz,"
said Glory-Ann. "You amt gwan dance
none when you git growed, see dat
plain"
~ don't want to Dance" said Missy,
beginning to cry.
While Glory-Ann was demonstrating
against this Amity came flying back; she
had pair Of stockings in one hand and
the linen CATERS In the other; her eyes
were round with fright her face wore
that peculiar ashen hue that stands for
pallor in the negro race.
"Mawster il dat mad, for shot" she an
nounced in a thrilling whisper, with up
lifted right hand.
''Is you tol him bout Missy gittin' In
the rain, you fool niggerl' demanded
Glory-Ann, rising up, rigid with wrath.
'''Clar' ter Gracious, I amt toP moth.
in'v' Amity protested, putting up her
arms and ducking her head, In antici-
patton of another box on the car.
ats about Brer-Brer Nicholas"
sobbed Missy.
eur show asseverated Amity, drop
ping her arms. missile virey is a moan
In en- a-wringin' her hans, en- Miss
Pauline, she's a-squeechin', en- sayin'
she amt nuver gwan git over hit, en-
Miss Flo's a-cryin' too, en- mawster is ies'
a-stompin' roun' Mawse Nick's ROOM"
EN- why Mawse Nicky' demanded the
cxpectant crowd.
"Gone! Gonel Goner walled Missy.
"Truth, Lawd!' sighed old Gilbert
"Dat hukkom Missy is come ter me In do
rain"
Aunt Dicey, who had been leaning
forward in strained attention, her hands
on her knees, sank back among her
feathers, and began to Groom o doleful
hymn:
Trouble, trouble, trouble, do troubles OBJ dis
worl'."
She was a pious Baptist; so was old
Gilbert; he joined the strain, bobbing
his head and patting his foot. They
seemed to find comfort in the perform
ance.
Glory-Ann sat down on the floor and
drew Missy into her lap. "Whey he
gone, Honey Tell yo' nanny" she
coaxed.
"ue's done got married to Dosia Fur
nival," sobbcd Missy.
"De Lawd amend us" Glory Ann eiac-
ulated, feebly.
Old Gilbert ceased his singing, to re-
mark, resignedly, "Hlts a fac"
"Dat po' white trash?" cried Glory
Ann, recovering her spirit. "Why, dem
Furnivals can't count half dozen Mig
gers, big en- little, amongst 'em all.'
'Datr so!' the assembly assented, in
scornful chorus.
"And l don't care!' cried Missy, re.
sentfully. "Dosia is prettier n my cousin
Flora, and gooder too"
Whatever consolation or rebuke Glory
Ann might have uttered in reply was
arrested by the sound of heavy weight
dragged along the piazza floor, and every
ear was asstrainedin Questioning attention,
when the colonel voice was heard shout
ing:
"Tom Quashi Griffin Jimr
"Suh!' responded Miss Victoriue's ad-
mirers, in startled haste, nearly knock
ing each other down as they sped out Of
the kitchen.
Take that out of my sight," said the
colonel, spurning Nicholas trunk with
his foot MAKE yourselves fine for
Sunday go-to-meeting."
"Yessuh, mawster."
The colonel strobe back into the house.
Tom Quash and Griffin Jim stared at each
other through the gloom, in unspoken
appreciation of the fact that they had
fallen heirs to goodly heritage then,
between them, they carried the trunk
into the kitchen and began forthwith to
discuss the division of its contents.
Dat 'broidered welwit wesk Mawse
Nick hissef alters PROMISED me-" said
Griffin Jim.
"You kin tex hit ef hit wuz promised,
but I'm gwan have dem panterloons wild
the vines a-creepin up de Sides" Tom
Quash declared.
Old Gilbert rose in wrath. "You sassy
fool niggers," said he, pushing them
away and taking his seat on the trunk,
"d0an you know mawster's dat mad he
amt onerstandin' what he's doin'? You
rekin he gwan tolerate you struttin'
round in dat vesk en- dem pantaloons?
You amt gwan tech Mawse Nicholas
clothes, douten you slaughter me fust,
I'm gwan resk forwardin' dis trunk ter
Mawse Nick, tubbe sho.'
He rose up and glanced around. Aunt
Dicey and Uncle Dublin nodded ap-