The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-01-06
A New Brunswick Woman Solves
the Servant Question.
THE LITTLE Niger GETS THERE.
He Promises to Become the Successor of that
Other Goddess of Liberty, the
Servant Girl.

Women's guild, ''that L have got right
down to the bottom of the hired girl ques-
tom
''Oh, dear, wish 1 could say as much!n
responded Mrs. Oxtoby, with a sigh.
"Have you secured that perfect Jewel of a
girl we have been looking for all our lives?o
No, have not. l isave got down so far
that have no girl at all.''
mo girl at ALP
''None at all. Pve got boy-a little col
ored boy
Good gracious! Why, of what earthly
use to you is a little colored boy? What
can he do?n
Well, that is pretty hard to say. l
have only had him three days, and during
that time l find that he can do anything [
tell him to do, and a good many more
things that don't want him to do. But,
do you know, L rather like the little
moke,' as my husband calls him. He is
new sensation and keeps us all alive"
'Nhere did you get him?"
THE other morning when Mr. Archi-
bald was going out | said to him: Henry,
that last girl has gone off, wish you
would send me a little boy to carry coal
and sweep the pavement Neither Ma
tilda nor ] is able to do such things, and
About 9 o'clock that morning a little.
short, chubby, bullet headed, bright eyed
colored boy came into the out kitchen
where Matilda was making an effort to
wash the breakfast dishes. The first thing
! heard was Matilda in argument with
him:
TAKEN UNDER PROTEST
"T have nothing for you. Get away
from here
p" / doesn't want muffin
"'Well. clear out, then.
q 'l's gwine TO wuk'
"'Clear cut, tell your Whackl Whackl
Now, you jess let me alone, YOU gal
EFF you don't, afoh de Lawd l sprise ye!'
Il thought it was time to interfere, and
went out. Matilda had broken the broom
over him, and the boy was backed up in a
corner preparing to ward off an attack
with the rolling pin. l told Matilda to de-
sist and asked the boy what he wanted.
'Gemman downtown done tole me to
come heah to wuk'
"'Was it Mr.. Archibald:'
dunno, ma'am. He were a fat. four
eyed man, an he had done slipped froo his
har'
THAT must be your father I said to
Matilda. She glared at the boy, who
lodged and threw up his hands as if ex-
pecting a blow.
"'What is your name?'
'Silas Moorehouse. ma'am. Ny MAN.
my lives on Cream ridge. an Use strong
boy for u years DID, he ratified off as if he
were saying a lesson. I'll do ANYTHING
You wants, ma am, cose Use willin' to wuk
an Use offle hungry
Poor little souln said Matilda, he
shan't be hungry around here and ina
minute she had a big piece of pie in the
boys fist.
We'll, the boy ate his pie, carried coal,
finished washing the dishes, swept up the
kitchen and cleaned up the yard. Then he
had his dinner, and was washing up the
dishes again when there came a prolonged
whistle from the alley alongside the house
Scuse me minute, said Silas and
ran out. In a second there was a terrible
fight going on outside the alley, with noise
enough for dozen people in a row. 1
nearly tainted, thinking somebody was go
ing to be killed from the noise they were
making, but Matilda went out and leaned
on the fence. In five minutes Silas had
sent his adversary bowling out of the alley,
and Matilda came in holding Silas at arms
length to keep his nose from bleeding en-
her dress. She put his head under the
hydrant, washed his face, bathed his nose
and finally got the bleeding stopped
MAKES HIMSELF SOLID.
"'Silas, you're a young hero,' said Ma
tilda soothingly. You licked him, didn't
Sou?'
"'Course I did. l amt gwine to have no
vuffiess young niggahs afoolin' aroun' my
place of business
From that time Silas was Matilda's
friend. lie did his work well. and appear
ed happy over it, for he whistled until he
made my head ache, and when he polished
the stove he did it with two brushes. beat
ing time with noise enough for drum
corps.
1.-The first night when the work was
done / said to Silas: That is all tonight.
You can come back about o'clock in the
morning. and gave him fifty cents. He
gave me a strange, wistful look, and say
ing Good night, a'am,' went out, shut
ting the kitchen door softly after him. I
thought no more Of the matter until 1
came down in the morning to find Silas
sitting in front of the stove with his feet in
bucket of hot water and Matilda giving
him hot coffee.
What is the matter with Silas?' asked
Matilda.
Nothing much, mother she answered,
only l found him nearly persisted with
cold out in the woodshed, where he has
been all night
"'Why, child l said. why did you not
go home?
% 4 isn't gwine home 10 NOAH
"Why, Silas? Why won't you go homer
"'Ef so back to de ridge dey'n club me
and take my fifty cents away
Gradually l got the boys story from
him His father and mother were both
dead, and he had no home in reality. The
story he had told me about his mother on
Cream ridge had been taught him by the
idle and worthless colored people who sent
him out to hunt work and took his money
from him whenever he earned any. The
second night Silas slept in n warm bed in
the garnet, and was the first one up in
the house in the morning. When Matilda
came down he had roaring fire in the
kitchen, the kettle boiling and the front
pavement swept. He told her confidenti-
ally as he took his half dollar out of his
mouth and handed it to her:
'I'se nevvah gwine away from heah no
NOAH. Use done 'dapted you and you
mother an you fodder, an don't need no
wages. New York World.
A Lucky Fellow.
Filkins-So Goodheart, who was once
pppaoad IN Won baS marriad Mice C1raa+;a