The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1891-01-09

help the other boys shuck corn
Uncle Peter got up and crossed the |
Held with reluctant footsteps. while |
Marse Bob growled 10 himself ON the |
lazincss Of the 'colored race in gem
cral.
Sunday morning came. and with IL |
guests at the big house. as usual. Uncle
Peter went up TO black boots and build |
fires, as was his custom one he adopt |
cd himself and one he invariably kept. |
Marse Bob's wifc's brother was there
and. as Peter came in. he asked:
What kind Of weather, Pcter?r
"Lubly, sir, lubly,' was the reply he
always gave, no matter what the
weather might be. Hot or cold. wet or
dry, Sunday morning was always 'lub-
~" 70 Uncle Peter.
"Where did you get that shirt. Petcr?"
came Franks lazy tones from the depth
Of feather bed, from where he could
just see Peter. whose shoes were shin
ing brighter than his ebony face. sitting
on the wood-box rubbing away with
brush and backing for all he was
worth.
bought it'' with proud glance.
"lou ought 10 be good citizen with
such shirt as that on. Let me sec
Stars all over and striped sailor col
lar. Stars and stripes, pretty good."
Uncle Peter gave a complacent smile as
Frank spoke in half sleepy, half mis-
chicvous tone.
''IIow's crops? Going to get rich this
fall. aren't you:"
"Well, mebbe So" Frightening up.
s'Do you think so? cant say, but
know one thing. you would like to have
a smile" as Peter placed both shoes
side by side, and shut up the backing
box.
| Uncle Peters black features lit up
in quite marvellous manner. as Frank
offered him what he loved next to
money.
Eyes, sar, deed would. sar.r bowling
and rubbing his hands gleefully.
.'IIand me that flask on the table.
Now. here is your SMILE" detaching
the silver drinking cup from the bot
tom Of the flask and pouring the clear
red liquid into il, which ran out with .
jolly gurgle from the mouth of the bot
| tie.
..You drink fust. Marse Frank"
20. no. Peter. never drink. | carry
it about in case Of an accident"
"Well." smaclxing his black lips, and
wrenching the cup from the pitcher Of
water. IF owned dat dream accidents
would be forebber happ'ning, grinning
and bowling himself out. lie turned his
steps towards 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 a great deal more likely TO be
on hand when breakfast was over than
most Of the family when II was ready.
II was raining-and not only raining
but pouring and had been for an hour
Uncle Peter sat in front Of his huge
fireplace, which was filled with burn
ing logs, and nodded. while nanny
pieced up quilt with colors 50 start
ling. such as pink and yellow. side BY
side. or green and blue with each other
We'd. Their pride and delight. piece
of ebony impudensc done up in checked
homespun. sat by the little window
reading Laboriously she spelled out
the words. more laboriously absorbed
their meanings. Now and then nanny
would give q grunt, or ''dat's SO.
sometimes coming in at the most absurd
times. for She never understood what
Angelina was reading: there was such
an interval between each word. the one
had escaped her memory before the
other was called out.
n Uncle Peter still nodded and bobbed
his head around dangerously at times
FOR Il did seem that it would popoff. liz
was thoroughly awake all at once
What was that?
.IIow to get rich rich" drawled
Angelina. Uncle Peter was all ex
element in a moment and exclaimed
feverishly: Read on. nigger. Angy
looked up astonished; she was not &C
customcd TO being addressed that way
BY her admiring father.
| write to James H-a-r-l-i-n-g, Harl
ing. C-o-u-r-tl-a-n-d Courtlcnd street
New York; I dunno what dat street
means after dat word. II cant spell
nuthin' cordin to my notion. ! reckir
| IL must mean an. l dunno. Hit was jis'
got thar by mistake. dat's IT, Dat type
writer got jess little too much onts
dat"
ugh. humph!' assented Uncle Peter
indiffcrently; but his little black eyes
were sparkling. and after awhile he GO
up. stretched. and looked ut the Gle
mcnts. They were clearing up little
SO putting on his great coat, which
struck his ''dumpity" little figure abou
the heels. he sailed forth to thu
preachers, his dearest friend and closes
ally. lie found him at home making
foot-mats. rs he usually did in we
weather.
s.IIowdy does being over. Uncle Pete
set forth in most cautious manner z
feel around and learn what the prcache
thought Of the scheme he had hidden u
the back part Of his head.
brother Hambleton, does you reclsii
1 YOU will ebbcr get rich workin' 'mongs
J dem shucks?"
II s.Whut, rit rich? / amt working