Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-01-02

War he dead?' she asked, holding up both
hands and rolling her fearful eyes.
NO be want" replied Pete.
all i'm
wait :el onhitch ole Jerry an put erway
de cyart en- den I gwine come in an tell 20
all erbou it."
She saw it was useless to say any more then
so she hurried into the kitchen and spread out
his supper, as she said half aloud: ''De sight
o sumpn good ter cat alters puts i'm in good
sperrits"
Then Uncle Pete came in, with a weary stem.
and q sad look, and while he slowly partook OF
the supper Aunt Charity had spread out so
patient to hear:
''Ole oman" he said, 'ayo' nee'n ter be
sprised at nuthin' in dis worl; ef somebody
come erleng an tell yo' dat de man in dc moon
uone fall out an drap on de groun, don't yo'
say nuthin' tel yo' see him. b'liev'd our bow
Tom war 60 good er niger as dey kin be; he
got good blood, he got good raisin' an he got
good sense ernough, an nebber spected to see
de day dat one er ole mars;er's nigSers done
disgrace do family name, and git in jail
oh, Lord! groaned poor Aunt Charity,
rocking herself backward and forward, while
great pent-up tears rolled down on her new
apron "Oh, my po' boy! Ifeel in hyah, all
dc time, lack sump'n gwine happen TO him.
eDbef sence lie tn he back on de ole planta-
Ton waar ne ben bred an bawn, but 1 never
sPeeseato hyah dat-and Pete, it aintso ~ she
sac, rising up with flashing eyes, and shaking
her cllnehed hstin his face. II don't cysr who
SAYS n-tain't sou
What amt SOP he said quietly.
WY, DAT our boy done 1t. Sump'n's ben
laid OH i'm
de neeked rufe. WAL, when l gifts to town,
an onniiches Jerry fun de cyart an puts i'm
away, goes to de hotel, an axt fer to see de
boss, an s1es him what ails my boy Tom, dat
he ain coms home fer to see his ole daddy az
NANNY. an spen' de New-yer-day wild 'en,
lack ne promus. An he say: i nifty sorry fer
to tell 20. but Tom war ketched er steaiin'. an
had ter 60 to Jail ! war dat tuck back /
couidn hardly I'm my tongue, but after while
1 says, wal don't b'lieve my boy done it; but
81 he have, says ]. he de fus one to fetch any
disgrace to his family name. Den he tole me /
better go roun' to de Jail. an let Tom tell me
bout il hisse'f and SO Roes
Soon es he lay his eye on me. he say, Daddy,
oh, daddy amt fergit my raisin' nor nuthin' ,
yii. an neve, techt what don't b'lona to mo. l
ain't er tslliu no lie'
II war dat sorry sot down an cry tel mos
1t TO bust, but Isee dat gwine ter do no good
so says: Tom, yo ale daddy amt gwine ter
bIieve no lies on yo'; tell me ebby rod err
OoIt II, my boy, and dis what he say. o. nigh
"'Yo' know. daddy, he say, 4 war gwins
nome Ter to spen' de New Yer's day an saddy
an Sundy wild 20 an nanny an de chillun
an low'd dat gwine ter be or good ole time
| wo'k
81 war swino fetch yo' all er New Yer g gir, bu
dc potter he tuck sick an Mr.. Dixon he low a
howl can't DO spore tel sitter de New Ycr's, 'cast
| dey war so many gemmun what hab ter b
waited on an hab dor shoes black, an SO muci
comp ny fer 10 be tend to by or nice 'spectabl,
niger. &c he say. an I know'd as how yo' an
nanny would 'rcuse me Of war or dom Q,
niy.daty so lowd to git Of on SADLY sveniu
lack Glus done eriore.
Oar was so much wo'k dat IL keep us al
ergoln ul after midnight or Friday night. an
as now l won't hab time on SADLY fer to gi
sum New Years girs, 80 / bctter git EN- DAT
nisnt-ei II war late-or, I better say. mighty
SOON ~ % nexnin. zee do lights or shinin