The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1890-08-29
lr.er lookin' da will fin out dat it wasn't

ar;er lookin' da will fin out dat it WASH
me-"
81 amt no prophet" replied Fennel, as LIZ
slowly walked toward Baxter" an darfo
amt gwine ter say whut de folks gwine yere
but wauter tell you one thing and wantel
tell it mighty p'intedly: l amt gwine stan
yere an see you begging de Lawd ter send
mo- sunshine wen our craps ober yander is
burnin' up"
"But amt gwine ak Him ter SEN de sun
shine ter you. | am gwine ak fur it to be
sent right yere."
Dat doan meek no ditfunce," FenneI an
swered "De places is so clost tergeder dat
our prars ober yander an yo' prars ober yere
mout git mixed up"
EFF you doan wanter yere dis prar, git
outen dis house."
! Baxter got down oni bis knees. Fennel
looked about, found bench leg and stood
holding it with tight grip.
"Lawd," Baxter began, "dars er big bluff
| o a niger standin' yere, an hopes 20 will
keep yo' eye on him. We'se needin' SUM-
shine in dis neighborhood, an l hopes you
will send it right"
Fennel made quick movement and then
any one not knowing what had taken place
might have thought that Il strong man had
struck hickory stump. Baxter sprang to
MS iSSp "iih HOlIluiC 6ilh Ol hio iuSC, anu
seized Fennel. Then there followed a
fine play of strength and agility. They
hoped over the benches and had there been
music, it would have seemed that the two men
were waltzing with each other. The pulpit
was overturned; the stove was knocked
down, and a section of the pipe wound with
telegraph wire struck the inoffensve Broth
er Sdnderson aud laid him out. Wild shouts
arose, and during the Consternation some one
exclaimed: Laws massey, yere come er
mad dog" A moment later there was no
one in the house except the two preachers.
They, holding each other stood in a corner.
The dog, furious looking animal, came to-
ward them. "Lemme git outen yere," howl
ed Fennel. 81 doan mine tighten a man, but
l doan wanier dog ter come KILN me wild
his fob:a. Turn me loose tell you"
Baxter held him so that he could scarcely
move. "Lawd come on down yere an pro-
teck yo' sarvent," Fennel noaned. "Oh,
look at dat monstus things eyes. Bruder
Baxter, sweet Bruder Baxter, please turn me
loose
No sab, we gwine die right yere terged-
err"
"Oh, woan die dis way"
you KANT hep yo' SELF"
"Dis is murder"
"Ah, hah, but it amt splittin' er head
open"
"Oh, look at him. Sweet chile O. de chill
lun O Izyul, I'll Tub you allus if you will let
me Jump outen dat winder."
use feered O. such lub ez you got"
ooh, III do anything in de worp fur you"
"WiIl you glib me dis gyarment you got on
dis fine coat ?"
"Yas. clar 1 will, but dis was all got fur
1eachin' las year."
81 KANT help dat. Shuck of de coat"
~ KANT git it off"
"I'll git it off fur you. Quick er dat dog
will stick his pizen teeth in you"
"Yere, for de Lawd's sake tax it,"
Fennel slipped out of the coat and sprang
through the window. Baxter grinned and
turning to the dog said: "Pete, 1 didn't
think you wuz with 80 much. Didn't glib de
promise O. 80 much with wen you wuz lay
in roun' de house scratchin' de fleas often
yo'se'f Wy you amt got de sense to run
mad, has you? Dat niger thinks he hurt
my head. Huh, jest well hit de cornder O.
de house. Wall de folks all gone. I'll go
now an war dis coat to old aunt Jinny's
funeral. "-Opie p. Reed.