Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1890-09-13

boss that held up his nose as II he
wanted to sniff the stars cut OF the sky.
Lots of go that boss had! He got scarf
at sumthin' one time an come t'arin'
down the street like all possessed, with
she a hollerin' whoa, ar pulliu' back
on the reins, an the next minute they'd
gone whack into another team II 1t
hadn't been for Dick. My eyen he
yelled to me, when he saw her comm,
she do know nothin' about a boss. Jest
wait till you see me stop him.. an the
next minnit he was in the road, grabbin'
hold of the bride; an before he let go
he'd brought that boss down into a
walk. Stopped him quick as that! But
Dick want none o them softies to bo
babied fur what he'd done. My boy
/ says the wilder lady, a-tskin' out her
/ pocket-book, will you tell me what is
your name? An how could you be brave
enough to stop our horse|
"'We-el,' grinned Dick, yer see,
ma'am, | couldn't help it | was shet
up in a lunatic 'sylum nee jest fur
stoppin' bosses, Whenever | see one
goin' out of a walk sumthin' takes hold
an pushes me right in front Of EN-, an
I've got to catch hold o the bride to
save bein' run over, As fur pay, a
quarter u about make up fur the dam
age done. Thankce, ma'am.' An then
he turned an took of his hat 70 the
countess as perlite as yer please.
'Good-afternoon. ma'am. May be you
don't recognize me, but I'm of the opin-
ion you're the lady I've noticed down to
the mission school. | have a class
there myself. Glad to see yer enterin'.
into the good work An with that he
tipped his hat again an walked away
as solemn as an owl.
1.-THE worst boy in my class says
the countess, talkin' to the other wom-
an. But did yer notice the little lad
with him? His face reminds me so
much of little Georges
Faith, jamie, grinncd Dick, when
he told him, they're takin' such a
fancy to yer they'll be takin' yer ter
live with them next II 'twan't that
the countess amt any too fond of me-
An after that, whenever he see her
a-comin' he'd wink to me an say: Dye
mind how I'm spilin' the bye's pros
poets with the countessY
III Id ben standin' in his hoes I'd
clared out fur a few days, an see if She
wouldn't got him off my hands, But
Dick alwers was the queerest fish. He
liked that little cove round, an
treated him like a king, when he didn't
rake in enough to pay fur tryin'. He
want no chum o mine. No, sir. Tell
yer what 1t is, boss, when Billy Muran
goes hunks with anybody it amt with a
milk-an'-watcr baby. Jamie couldn't
see anybody look at him without a
snivelin', an he hadn't the sand of a
cat. If he had 'twouldn't hey-well,
I'm a-comin' to it.
Wed ben havin' a regular smash.up
that Sunday down to the PLAIN. Twas
too hot to 60 to Sunday-school, even to
rattle the Countess, an | s'pose our
raisin' such rim made us tired, an We
slept a little harder than usual come
night. Me an Dick an the little cove
we had a room up in Old Marin Sally's
attic (we'd been flush that week. an
was sleepin' there as swell as yer
please. | guess twas the smoke that
woke me. We'd ben hayin' so many
fires round them parts I'd got to feelin'
sort o shady Of the smell. But the old
shell was Jest a-blazin', an ala the folks
putin in their best licks a-hollerin'
fret when | got to know any thing.
Git up | yelled to Dick. Cit up.
Can't yer see the house is on fire?' An
in less'n a minute we was jest a-sailin'
fur them rattley old stairs. They'd
jest begun to kindle, an the smoke
was comm up like a hurricane. Come
along. | yelled to Dick. Well make
M. He was follerin' tight to my heels
with the little cove hold Of his hand,
an he grinncd. Drive ahead saws he.
We got half way down all right, an
then-well, | s'pose twas the smoke an
the blaze scared Jamie. 1t kept comm
up thicker an faster, an frst thing we
knew he'd pulled away his hand. I'm
not goin'n he yelled, an went tearin'
back like all possessed an as if the
room was the safest place in the world,
instead Of where you was sure of bein'
roasted. Dick stopped. I'm goin' back
after him. says he, turnin' white round
the gills.
eyer bloomin' idiotr YELLED I cant
yer see yer won't cit down those stairs
if YER don't come nowp Tho Httlo fool.s
hid under the bed. Yer can't rit him
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