The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-05-03

would die if she lost him.
right" The smaller and greener Of the
toads had now perched on her forefnger.
She drew him forth and closed the cage
door and lifted the free reptile to her
ear.
Whisper she said, whisper.
All was silent ia the room, and Maisie
began to feel strange thrills and. tremors.
A soft, silyery sound was soon heard;
it continued for awhile, then the toad
turned its queer little protruberant eyes
full upon Maisie. and with one spring
was in her lap. She uttered wild
scream.
don you be afraid of Solomon" said
Nine. Pinchon. Tech him" Maisie
essayed 70 do so.
ssOh, he is so cold, Nine. Pinchonr'
she said. He makes me sickl Please
take him away!'
ssDey isn't everybody kin tech 'em,"
said the negress, recapturing Solomon
and putting him into the cage. Now,
you want to heah what he tell me?"
'sOh, yes, 2 said Maisie breath}essly.
she say de difficulty is dat you sweet
heart got shine to dat Eugene, said
the old woman 'sDat Eugene jes' doin'
her bes' to get him away from you. You
mus watch an take care for youself.
She mighty hansome, an she sing mighty
pleasant, deed she do.
"Ah, yes" cried Maisie. Eyes, yes,
yes" and she wrung her little hands.
eyes, she can charm men folks dat
way, like de snake charm de bird" re-
piled Mime. Pinchon.
Maisie clasped her hands. .'And to
think" said she, s'she is my fwendr'
Friends is nowhar when beaux is de
question" said the old negress. 81 knows,
knows as Maisie began to cry.
ssOh, honey, honey, dis var is powerful
bad, but chirh up; what you gwine carry
on so 70? Dey is better fish in dc sea dan
ever yet was cotoht. Now, don go on
hike dat"
81 love him" sobbed Maisie; ST love
the yewy gwound he tweads on, and l
have wight to do so. He is my sweet
heart; he was fond of me until she came
There is no one else in the world If /
were belle and beauty and all the
men in the city were at my feet would
never look at them if Woy were there.
Oh, help mel l shall go cwasy if ! lose
him, Nine. Pinchon!"
ssDah, dab; shsh, cooed the old woman,
as II she were soothing baby. ''Dah,
don go on. All we has to do is to get
dis var gal out OBJ de way 50 she don sing
no mo nor look wild her eyes no mo-. I
knows 'em; has sperience OBJ my own.
rs ole, but has been young. Dey is
black OBJ dat kin all same as white. Dey
was yaller gal once No matter;
knows what / knows. Yah; what dey
keer for we ala No reason we all keer
for dem.n
A strange expression crossed her face.
'sFs sorry for you, is" she said; "but
dey Is help an you shiH hev it. Hi, Sol
ONION. Come, Solomon" She opened the
door of the cage, and the toad hoped
quietly forth. She listened, she whisper
ed; the little creature uttered his soft
musical sounds; she restored him to his
perch.
Solomon say dey is jes' one way
said the old woman-.'jes' one way, nc
oder. It's dat gal; you mus get.red oh
her. slG9ea IN sTe
"Git rid Of herr gasped Maisiies. q Oh,
Nine. Pinchon, hate her SO thatsI cam
help wishing her dead; but o could moi
Kill her. should lose my souli should
burn forever and forever in the flames
of he'll. No, not thst-not that"
"Shop' cried the old woman. eWhat
you mean, Miss Maiaie? What you thinh
I am? Shoh, dab, shohl Murder?
don wan de debbil to fetch me my owr
self. Get red OBJ her, say. I.mean OF
dem var singins Of hers, oh dem dal
s1nilins an begilins, dem ways. Take
away her pretty looks an her pretty
voice. You kin. Solomon says dey is &
spell dey is ways; but viii your
sOh, that would be tewiblew sale
Maisie. ITO part them would seen
wright, but to make her ugly and make
her lose her voice, oh, that is fwightful
| If God did it as Judgment, why. how
could / be sorry? But to do it myselfw
"You hash de courage said Mime
Pinchon, shutting her mouth tight ant
drawing her face into a Thousand
wrinkles. 'sYou is skeery; white folk
is Inosiy skeery. Go long: de Lor' don
help dem dat dom help de,nselvcs S'pos'
! she go away; he foIler on long as she 81
I pretty and sing So Who'd Take away
dc pretty an he come back to you.
| dom ask you do it; please youself, be {
| good Chris'en, help make her happy. M
doubt you feel good sayin' you prayer
| at night, an thinlkin' how he kiss ant
cuddle her."
"Oh, / could not bear itiv Maisis
shrieked, wringing her hands,
.'Hit" cried the old woman. 'sHo, yoy
| got to less you help youself. Solomon
| tell me jos how. Want to know
Eyes, said Maisie, suddenly drawing
! herself up to her full height, II will d
anything She has wobbed me, wcnge'
| me, II there Isl d spell BY which en-
takssber beauty fwom her vii Do i. Z