The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-01-11

MUGS. New did raise his hand ao;,, 49,,
80 sne continued, rocking her sr,nnla boa,,
~ ana iro--'onlics' ting | have - oJ =:
behavior, den, ben he did he 90 snaa ms
20. . an possum huntin. Mos, do n,,;e.
tine h' user gwen him a pintblank hard
sum huntin' an whilst be ha,Ss vie pos
noy' my iustis chile, ben bawn. Oh Til Iii
se, Lige ne was struck by dat IL IA
les CRY out loud; an he name dat Jiu
heemorse; he did, kase Z bar i'm IN 10y 10y
anus, an, ne didn't go 'possum hunt;n; ~,
-; Nsrloie long spell, not twelI I cay r
he Ma LA saasn possum meat, myself. Oh.
i =. uiu pen good man T. me. Use sorta,
nlignstrung an feery an wien dc $50
u n.l nl bake right, or it rain. wash day or
my hngers GIT so numb pickin cotton "a, +
eaynt sew like ulster, why. I does he sor /.
yer III IKE; but, laws, he les laff an coor
~ ou.eI me. Den de torrer two cbiIlen
oone an ale. Her face changed and
quIvered. He ben mighty kind r. n,a
Dem times" she said For little - sn iale,
she was silent, then with nercant;bje
on: 'o'0o she went
W got on fine 70 spell. MeandI;oe
s we uns done ben raised by white foIks-we
aia no niggers. We done wuk hyard an,
feeIs neap goods. an live so happy an
us so proud-not biggoty, ies' homes,
prond-twell-My Lawd!'' look Of an-
ulsn, Keen enough TO startle us, came over
ner lace, while the swift flow of her words
was broken by a sudden sob and She covereJ
i ner lace with her hands and screamed
On my Lawd, he lef7 me! He done taken
UP via niger 'omann'
Then just as suddenly. she lifted 10,
head, dried her eyes and said. "Rnt hva,n
aye Llge he get tired o. her. He ben rased
ny white folks, an he come a begin, hacl-
10 me to take i'm in!'
Temple. Neu MIS-
The sphinx-like head was reared again
fa ilm im maa pride vietorys grand
once, and | can we'll believe her.
Me taken him back! Mis- Temple. I
pen raised by white folks. He left me TO-
plack Niger; | never take him backl''
put how did he happen to do such a
wicked thing" said Kate Temple.
!, now Know, sullenly, 'she live down
de rlbber, whar he go 'possum huntin'. an
she gaily young tink an'--an' dew call her
mighty harnsome; an someway, she 'tice
MIN OF. lie been too shamed come nigh
me; but he SEN wud dat he give me dc
truck IN de house an de mules an ever
Ting, cep' only HUNDRED dollars he have at
Ge sto' An so he light out. But he new
aid GIT no satisfaction hvin' wild her. She
cudnt no mo- cook meal o. vituals dan
she cud match me pickin' cotton, an she
taken t goin' on mighty bad wild torrer
niggers; SO dey painted an Lige came
straight Z Inc. Mist Thompson, he saw
Lige done make mighty sho' he git me
back. Huh--Huh ~
| somehow inferred from her conscious
air that Thompson was the other man in
the case. asked her and she admitted that
ne was; "he was mighty pleasant, good
man, preacher with a gift for PRAYER
and all the sisters admired him.
said: 'tBut didn't it ever occur to you,
Victory, that Mr.. Thompson might be a
preludiced witness again Sanders?'i
How dat, missy?"
lie wants TO marry you himself, you
know mightn't lie tell lies about Lige?"
Nom: He's plumb good man. Oar
amt no SIGH prayln' like hisn in de ken
try. He done hab a REVEAL er 'ligion sence
he come"
"But hasn't he another wife some
where2' said Kate, who has cynical no.
tons about negro pastors.
Dat jes' Reme's meanness!" declared
Aunt Victory vehemently. "Brer' Thomp-
son swar Z me dat 'ies de talk o. dem