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

"All right, all right" hnrricdly, as
visions of lost fortune again float be
fore him. Amiability being restored
they worked and plotted together like
old cronics should. The letter was
written and posted; they had only 70
wait q week or two before they could
dress up and live like folks in the big
ouse- Uncle Peter began TO wear 1.-THE
biggest" air Imaginable. He became
lazier than ever. and plagued Marse Bot
almost out Of his wits. The negroes all
wondered what had got into Uncle
Peter. lie usually babe them good
morning in the pleasantest manner, but
now il was with the condescension OF
monarch. Angcrline 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 II 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 IL at
night, and went a-day dreaming over il
too
Uncle Peter was too tall<ative, how
ever, to let his secret remain one longer
than few days. He had no idea he
had .-let the cat ont Of the bag" but
before one week had expired all the
negroes on the plantation knew he
had discovered a method for getting
rich. and all were on the qui vice for
discovery. but they did not let Uncle
Peter have an inkling Of their inten-
tons
One Saturday afternoon ms the clouds
| in the west began to lose some of theD
exquisite coloring. for night was Gregg
| ing on. all of the hands, Uncle Peter
| included, had gathered about the back
| door OF the big house. All eyes wcrc
conferred upon Marsc Bob, who stood on
| the stone steps with stone jug in one
hand and cup in the other. Every
| face was wreathed in smiles at the
| thought Of dram. As Marse Bob
poured out the liquid which ran with
| such a good old sound: so good. good,
good. good IL seemed 70 say; he talked
and gave much good. good. good. good
| advice while he distributed II around.
| The darkies had just wiped their
mouths on their coat sleeves, preparato-
| nv to leaving, when little negro boy
came up with the mail. Marse Bob
glanced over II hastily, and called OUT
"IIolloa, here, Peter-a postal for
you
"Yas, SIR responded Uncle Peter,
stepping up with happy expectation in
| his tones and movements.
"Shall read il for you?" with twin
| kle in his eyes. for he had read it while
speaking and had heard something Of
| Peters boasting lately.
"Yas. sir, s'pose you do" responded
Peter. who was feeling generous after
his smile. lie didn't care just then II
all the darkies in Christendom knew
how to get rich.
| Marsc Bob cleared his throat. while
all the hands turned around to hear
what Uncle Peters correspondent had
TO say.
.How TO get rich. Eat nothing. wear
nothing and work like old nick"
There was a shout Of laughter from
every pair Of lips save Uncle Peters
he was dumb with disappointment and
rarc. lie said not a word. but turned
away and walked off "a sadder ard
wiser man."
II Is month later. Riches are never
mentioned by Peter now. lie is cured.
His fellow workmen plagued his poor
old life almost out Of him. until one
morning he turned like wounded lior
AZ bay and made them all fly. Since
that time he has lived in peace. 4
curious GOODNESS grew up between him
and the preacher at one time, but the
renial nature Of both old darl<ics has
thawcd hat out and they are the same old
cronies. only they never speak Of wealth
u eaci other Mrs. Il. M. Stewart, IN
Atlanta Constitution.