Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1890-01-10

Jest then the door bell rang Pa opened
it, expectin' to see the folks that was search
in for Mr.. Vondervitchs body a-fetchin' of
it, and we all covered our eyes with our
handkerchers, and the piano playin' wilder
than ever-fairly ringin'-when we heard
pa say:
"Jerusalema Do tell! want to knowl
You amt drownded! Hulloo folksi here he
is alive and kickin'l" and there was Mr.. Won
dervitch himself in a coat too big fur him
and trousers too short and hat that came
down to his ears. Such sightl
"And where hev you beou?' says pa. eve
thought you wuz drownded."
"Vell, dot boat got away" says Wonder
witch, land must sit upon some rocks undil
very good fisherman off takes me, like vos
Adam before he belief dere vos need of de
dailor shop, and I borrow several clothes
vich do not shust fit me, as you see, and home
come. But vat is zis noises Some chenius of
de family compose for me a funeral march,
eh2"
"Well, Mr.. Vondervitch," said pa, tive do
not know what to make of it. We hev been
supposin' it was your sperit returned fur to
haunt u.s. It plays jest like you for all the
world, and Mrs. Chillers, she says it's Wag-
goner piece that you are fond Of"
'Ah, mine Gott!" cried Mr.. Vondervitch,
"Can dis be bossibles
''It wuz skeersome, said pa, ''but now I'll
kinder investigate. Why, the cussed thing is
locked!n
Then he turned the key and lifted up the
cover, and out jumped our black kitten. We
found out afterward that Tom had put him
there to scare Mr.. Vondervitch and forgot
him, and the poor thing had been having fits
on the key board.
'Theres your ghost" says pa; ''but it wuz
jest like you playing every one of your
pieces"
$780," says Mr. vondervitch, s'dis is how to
you I sound ven I make my tumble effort to
render Vagnera"
Precisely" says pa.
Then kinder felt sorry for the poor young
man. He folded his arms and he looked up
to the sky, and sayshe:
7 Of Won Ting am certain. We are not, in
respect to music, soul affinities, de beoble of
Smokehole unit me myself. It is besser CO. II
He went next day, and when speak OF
him I often say:
s'He'd have been real nice young man if
he had not been SO jealous of me being a mu-
steal genius MARY Kyle Dallas in Phila.
delphia Saturday Night.
OUR COLORED BROTHER.
Yes, he is in hard luck. Whatever hap
pens, he is sure to get the but end OF it.
He is the only perpetual newer Of wood,
who is always crowded away from the lire;
the only systematic drawer Of water, who
never gets drink. Yet, as patient as
camel, he goes on voting the Republican
ticket from year to year; and, if one OF his
race takes notion to protest, he is straight
No no1 fo,. txoif nd
with slaves and stones, lucky it ne eS-
capes with his life. How long, oh, Lord,
how long?
It is none of our funeral. We know that.
But it does stick in our gizzard to see the
colored brother so set upon. 1t was bad
enough to be ignored by the Administra-
ton That, however, was tie be expected.
Mr.. Harrison is an aristocrat. He hates a
poor man only one degree less than he
hates niger But there was a hope that
Congress, the Republican Congress, would,
when it met, do Something to make things
even. Now, what do we see? We see all
the black contested election cases in the
the calendar, where they will never be
reached, and that one exception placed
sixth one the list Of seventeen, not by the
Republicans, but by the Democrats.
1t is just as Abram Jasper said in his
speech to the colored picnic at ShantytoWn,
in the late Virginia campaign "FelleT
freemen," says he, "you all know me. l
back. When there have been any work to
do, l has done it, When there have been
any votin' to do, has voted. early and
often When there have been any fghtln' to
do, has been in the thick OF it. are above
proof, old line, and tax paid. And L has
seed many changes, too. has seed the
Republicans up. I has seed the Democrats
up. But I is yit to see the Niger up.
'Tother night had dream. dreamt that
[ died and went to heaven. When l got to
de pearly gates, ole Salt Peter, he says:
''Who's dar?" says he.
'sAbram Jasper" says l.
els you mounted, OF is you a-toot!, says
s'I is a-foot," says I.
well, you can't git in here says he.
"Nobody's lowed in here 'cept them as
comes mounted says he.
"Dat's hard on me- says ], carter COM
in all dis distance" But he never says
nothin' mo-, and so | starts back, an ABOUT
half way down de hill who does meet but
Gen'l WILLOW Malone. "Whar is you
gwine, Genl?" says I.
II is gwine to heaven" says he.
"Why, Gen'l," say I, tain t no use. Use
lust been up dar, an nobody's lowed to
git in ,,cept dey comes mounted an yous
is DAT SO! says lie.
eyes, it is" says l.
"Well, de Genl sorter scratched his
head, an arter awhile he says, says he
''Abram, tell you what let's do. You is
likely lad. Suppose you git down on all
tours, an I'll mount and ride you, an dat
way we kin both git in
"Genl," says I, ''do you think you could
work it?''
81 know I kim" says he.
$50. down | gifts on all tours, and de
Gen'l gifts a-straddle, an we ambles up dc
hill agin, an prances up to de gate, an ole
Salt Peter, he says:
"Who's dar?" :,
"Gen'l WILLOW Malone, of Virginney, y
says he. o,,
Peter.
'sIis mounted" says de Gent.
GAIL right says Peter, ''all right, y
says he ''jest hitch your boss outside
Gen'l, an come right in
And so it goes. Stunned by the RepuD-
licans in this world, the colored brother
will be, if they have their way, shut out
from heaven itself in the world to come.
How long, oh, Lord, how long ?-LoatSs-
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