The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1891-01-07

rlously she spelled out the words, more Ia
boriously absorbed their meanings. Now
and then nanny would give a grunt or
OATS 50, sometimes coming in at the
most absurd times, for she never under
stood what Angelina 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 bobbad
his head around dangerously at times.
for 1t did seem that it would pop off. He
was thoroughly awake all at once. What
was that?
"How to get rich. rich" drawled
Angelina. 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-
ing, C-o-r-t-l-a-n-t Cortlent street. New
York; | dunno what dat street means
after dat word 1t can't spell nuthin'
corden to my notion. / reckin it must
mean, ali, | dunno. Hit was jisJ got thar
by mistake, dat's hit. Dat typewriter got
jess little too much onto dat"
ugh, humphr' assented Uncle Peter
indifferently; but his little black ewes
were sparkling, and after while he got
up, stretched and looked at the elements.
They were clearing up a 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 he
usually did in wet weather.
''Howdy does" being over Uncle Peter
set forth in most cautious manner to
feel around and learn what the preacher
thought Of the scheme he had hidden in
the back part of his head.
''Brer Hambleton, does you recl,in
you viii ebber git rich wurkin' 'mongst
dem shucksY'
"Whut! git rich? l amt a-working
fur riches; l am wordn' fur de Lord. Eff
he wants me to get rich he will make
me, l reckin. And anudder thing. |
never thought about it," replied the un-
worldly old fellow.
'Well, eff you will juss read here in
dis newspaper you'll see sumpin," pull
ing it out of his pocket.
whats it 'boutP'
"Gittin' RICH" dropping his voice to a
whisper. Brother Hamhleton pulled out
his brass trimmed glasses, put them on
his nose and grasped the paper. He
scanned it closely for n while, and then
said: Git must be this here. Riches
air very desirable things, but there is
something more desirable yet, and that
is health. Now, this can be obtained by
taking Green Leaf Tonic -
"Hole on, Brer Hambleton, you amt
readin' the right one; leastways it don't
sound like dat whit Angelina read, ex-
claimed Uncle Peter in some alarm
. Was the fortune which seemed in his
grasp TO run through his fingers like SO
much water, only leaving them damp as
a sign it had been there?
well, how did Ii start, Brother Peter?'
asked the Reverend Benjamin Handle
ton, looking over his glasses in a grave
manner, as much as to say, Brother
Peter, fse afraid you'se had a very large
smile dis day, and you dreamed dat
thing"
"Oh, l don't 'zactly mermemble, but
hit wusn't dat, and heered her read it
sho'," with some excitement. Look
again, Brer Hambleton." BENJAMIN
Hambleton once again looked over the
paper and then was about to give it up
in despair when little advertisement in
the ten cent column caught his eye. He
read it out and Uncle Peter almost wept
Tor joy as he heard the sentence he
thought he should never hear again.
Now, what do you propose to dor in
! quired Benjamin Hambleton
II says fer you to write to dat man
and see whut he says. wen share
profits OF course you kin have mos
haff," generously.
Mos half" Indignantly. Mos haff,
when | does all de writin' and reading?
No, sir! gifts whole half or not write. {"
"An right, all right" hurriedly as
visions of lost fortune again float be-
fore him. Availability being restored,
they worked and plotted together like
old cronies should. The letter was writ
ten and posted; they had only to wait a
week or two before they could dress up
and live like folks in the big 'ouse.
Uncle Peter began to wear 1.-THE big
gest" air imaginable. He became lazier
than ever and plagued Marse Bob al
most out of his wits. The negroes all
wondered what had got into Uncle
PeteT He usually babe them good
morning in the pleassntest manner, but
now it was with the condescension of a
monarch. Angelina was no longer the
apple Of his eye" She found herself
not noticed at all, and thereby became
sulky and switched about more than
ever while she walked. But it all was
lost upon Uncle Peter He was going
to get rich in his old age, and that was
all he wanted. He dreamed Of it at
night, and went a-day dreaming over it
too.
Uncle Peter was too laxative, how
sver, to let his secret remain one longer
than few days. He had no idea he
had 'let the cat ont of the bag" but be-
fore one week had expired all the negroes
on the plantation knew he had discov-
cred method for getting rich. and all
were on the qui vive for discovery, but
they did not let Uncle Peter have an
inkling Of their intentions
One Saturday afternoon as the clouds
in the west began to lose some of their
exquisite coloring, for night was creep
ing on, all Of the hands, Uncle Peter in
cluded, had gathered about the back
door Of the big house. All eyes were
centered upon Marse Bob, VINO stood on
the stone steps with stone jug in one
hand and a cup in the other. Fvory
'1 wa i7aG -u7e al .5ls
yiq aa. ~ N BOD
j pett c4 -ae l.lait alcs raj, via,
lel N1@ 'ia $50 GOOD, goqd,
Il 5egd' good, IL seemed TO say, he talked
( ana gave much good, good. good, good
o advlce while he distributed it around.
The darkies had just wiped their mouths
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