Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-05-21
VICTRY'S ENFORCEMENT.

The Temples cook was from the coun-
try, and il WIS the surprise of Mrs. Tenn
pae's southern life that she was such good
cook
She explained it very lucdly, Laws,
know heap on'y done furgot itp'
Evidently at some period in her life she
Rad cooked for table of some pretensions.
Every now and then a most unexpected ac-
eomplishment would sail into our admira-
ton Thus, once she broke out: MY mars
tnl Mis- Temple, TO- de Lawd, dat ar
cream sass er yourn, dat amt noways diff
trunt to my ole missus' white sass 'cept
Nike you all dom put no cream in yourn.
Bat ye cripses de butter jes de same"
Another time, "Scallop istersS pinted-
ly kin, Mis- Temple. Alters done scallop
de iSters To- old miss. "
Indeed she suggested a number of new
viaDds to Mrs Temple-generally from the
frying pan, but toothsome and delicate
She brought her only child with her, a
slim, brown lad Of fourteen, who waited on
table better than we feared from his first
appearance, at which he brushed the
crumbs off with the hearth broom into the
dudpan. He was his mothers pet and,
considering that fact, n marvelously good
darby, almost industrious, and the best
tempered boy in the world.
We were not long in discovering Aunt
Vicsory's history. One evening we found
her at the smallest kitchen table, with
Rene and the slate, plainly getting lesson.
Why, Aunt Victory, can you readp'
said Mrs. Temple.
-Yes'm, with a smirk OF honest pride,
while Rene added; NAV, she kin read a
right smart. ! learned her."
How NIGEL Then you can read the
Bibier
Up went Aunt victorys braids in a toss
Laws, Mis- Temple, rs outer de Bible an
inter de newspapersW
And l writes TO- the newspapers" says
Rene with an indescribable air of haughti.
.~ss.
He does so, +" said his mother "Ain't
you never seen de Mosaic Temple'" We
sdmisted our ignorance. We'll, he does
write reg'lar TO- dat"
And you like it,"
Yes, ma'am, like living in the city
But nav likes the country better"
~Yes'm, yes'm. You all got mighty gran
house yere, but gimme de kentryp'
She WAS one Of those nut-brown Africans
that have hair long enough to braid. To
might her head was covered with a red
handanna, drawn out square cornered
back Of her ears, giving her queer resem
biapce to the sphinx F'linging herself for
ward on the table with a supple, sinuous
motion that few negroes get too old to use
sh- net her head fall into the open palm Of
ems hand, above the bent elbow, and as she
talked this sphinxlike head rolled in hei
AAnd like a ball in r cup. "Oh, de kentry
wia de wavin' hel's an de red birds da
COMES peck -,eckin' at de winder an d.
darties ssnatchin' cotton, an sech a hear
ar roomi Oh, de kentry am so pleasnreful
r'- timersome in de city, got & cyar
Rene longer Inc II goes out in de night
Bat in de kentry rents my little fysrn
an is got my two mules Mis- Carol Civ,
mr.. as year we uns did make five hun
dred dollars Done sol When paid ou
e sie stO dar ben hunderd an fifty Ave dol
lars comiu T. me-"
AN it all ben stole" interrupted Rem,
in iagubr tone
New you mine bout dat, Rene San
dersi Dat come longer havin' no purtecter
dat huccome dat"
A more sullen look than | had ever seei
on Reme's handsome brown face answered
thi- speech. He pushed back his chair
mutfering something about going to tn
offer, quite with the white mans air, an
SO slnuggled himself out Of ths lesson o
further conversation. Rather t. our sur
prise his mother made no effort to sletair
hsln-
Ny. my" she gurged 10 the negro fash
hon, swsying herself to and fro, dat DO
cayn't bar a word bout me needin' roal
q look out 70 me. Now he are gone vi
rarin' no me, an won't have word & sa
TO whole day He's tempered jes' lik
be- paw; sulls twel be gifts ober it,
! asked Aunt Victory IL Reme's fatbe
WIS dead. Laws. no. said she "Ha
be left your said Mrs Temple
He has dat.
And doesn't RENE want you to let hir
come back
Aunt Victory rubbed her right ga
against her right shoulder with coque
tish gesture aud for the first lime | rea
sze<i that, according TO African notions, sh
was a pleasing woman. Well, sirl VIII
Mrs Freddy. faint my ole man Rem
'jeclz to, cose uuti Hit am de torrer ger
tlrman."
We were too used TO negro morality I
snher feel or show any particu lar surpris'