The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-01-24

'sWhere did you get that shirt, Peter?
came Franks lazy tones from the depths
of feather bed, from where he could
just see Peter, whose shoes were shining
brighter than his ebony face, sitting on
the woodbox rubbing away with brush
and blacking for all he was worth.
Bought iti' with a proud glance.
ssYou ought to be good citizen with
such a shirt as that on. Let me seel
Stars all over and striped sailor collar.
Stars and stripes, pretty goodv' Uncle
Peter gave a complacent smile as Frank
spoke in half sleepy, half mischievous
tone.
Flows cropsa Going to get rich this
fall, aren't your
"Well, mebbe so" Frightening up.
'Do you think so? I can't say, but
know one thing, you would like to have
SMILE" as Peter placed both shoes side
by side, and shut up the blacking box.
''Uncle Peters black features lighted
up in quite marvellous manner as Frank
offered him what he loved next to
money.
s'Yes, sar, deed would, sar," bowling
and rubbing his hands gleefully.
GLAND me that flask on the table.
Now, here is your smile," detaching the
silver drinking cup from the bottom of
the flask and pouring the clear red liquid
into it, which ran out with jolly CUR
gle from the mouth of the bottle.
"You drink fust, Marse Frank"
''Oh no, Peter, never drink. carry
it about in case of an accident"
''Well," smacling his black lips and
wrenching the cup from the pitcher of
water, ''if I owned dat dream accidents
would be forebber happning," grinning
and bowling himself out He turned his
steps toward the kitchen after leaving
Franks room. There he sat himself
down to wait for the coffee pot. This
coffee pot was great consolation to
Uncle Peter; he never went to his work
without first draining it, even eating
the grounds. 1t was too good to waste.
He was great deal more likely to be on
hand when breakfast was over than most
of the family when it was ready.
1t was raining-and not only raining.
but pouring-and had been for an hour.
Uncle Peter sat in front of his huge fire
place, which was filed with burning
logs, and nodded, while nanny pieced
up quilt with colors SO startling, such
as pink and yellow, side by side, or green
and blue with each other We'd. Their
pride and delight, a piece of ebony i'm
pudence done up in checked homespun,
sat by the little window reading. Labo-
riously she spelled out the words, more la
boriously absorbed their meanings. Now
and then nanny would give grunt or
''dats so," sometimes coming in at the
most absurd times, for she never under
stood what Angeline was reading; there
was such an interval between each word,
the one had escaped her memory before
the other was called out.
Uncle Peter still nodded and bobbed
his head around dangerously at times,
for it did seem that it would pop off. He
was thoroughly awake all at once. What
was that?
"How to get rich. rich,' drawled
Angeline. Uncle Peter was all excite
ment in moment and exclaimed fever
ishly, ''Read on, niggerr' Angy looked
up astonished; she was not accustomed
to being addressed that way by her ad-
miring father:
"Write to James H-a-r-l-i-n-g, Har-
ling, C-o-r-t-l-a-n-t Cortlent street, New
York; 1 dunno what dat street means
after dat word. It can't spell nuthin
corden to my notion. 1 reckin it must
mean, ah. I dunno. Hit was jisJ got thar
by mistake, dat's hit. Dat typewriter got
jess little too much onto dat"
"Ugh, humph!'' assented Uncle Peter
indiferently; but his little black eyes
were sparkling, and after while he got
up, stretched and looked at the elements
They were clearing up little; so put
ting on his great coat, which struck his
''dumpity" little figure about the heels
he sailed forth to the preachers, his
dearest friend and closest ally. He found
him at home making foot mats, as ht
usually did in wet weather.
'Howdy does" being over Uncle Pete
set forth in a most cautious manner tx
feel around and learn what the preache,
thought of the scheme he had hidden il
the back part of his head.
'sBrer Hambleton, does you recki1
you will ebber git rich workn' 'mongs
dem shucls:'
"Whut! git rich? I amt a-workin,
fur riches; am workin' fur de Lord E
he wants me to get rich he will max
me, 1 reckin. And anudder thing,
never thought about it, replied the un
worldly old fellow.
'sWell, eff you will juss read here il
dis newspaper you'll see sumpin," pull
J ing it out of his pocket.
) ''What's it 'boutF'
s'Gittin' rich" dropping his voice to
whisper. Brother Hambleton pulled on
his brass trimmed glasses, put them O
) his nose and grasped the paper. II
, scanned it closely for. a while, and the
said: ''Hit must be this here. Richie
air very desirable things, but there
l something more desirable yet, and tha
| is health. Now, this can be obtained b
} taking Green Leaf Tonic -
? ssHole on, Brer HambletoR, you ain
readin' the right one; leastWaYs it don