The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-01-07

trick dis mIser' bic ole niger playet
on ma" ..-~&
go on. Ned" said my father will
. resigned air. 81
h. welt - war de aft night o. d,
Fever" said Uncle Nod. an WI;
a-tossin' an q moanin. an old Annik,
jos lay back In her cheer an snorec
rs Of dozen frogs wux In her throat
wuz a-perishin' an a-burnln' wii
thirst--an' ] hollcred to Anniky; bu
lor! / might as we'll n hollerod to Z
tombstonel II wuz Ice wanted; an
knowed dar wuz q glass somewhat
on my table wild cracked leo In It
Lor! lor! how dry wuz! ! nebel
longcd fur whisky In my born day.
ez painted fur dat ico. IL wua
powerful dark fur dc grease wuz low
in dc lamp an de wick spluttered
wild o dyin' flame. But l felt aroun'.
feeble like an slow. till my fingers
touched q glass. I pulled It to me-
an ! run my ham In an grabbed de
Ice az sposed an flung It in my
mcuf an crunched an crunched cd"
Here there was an awful pause Un-
Gle Ned pointed his thumb at Anniky.
looked wildly at my father and said
In hollow voice: 1t wuz Anniky's
teef"
My father threw back his head and
laughed. as had never heard him
laugh Mother from her sofa joined
In. was doubled up like a jackknife
In the corner. But a. for the princi-
pals In she affair neither OF their
faces moved q muscle. They saw no
joke. Aunt Anniky In q dreamful
mufied. squeaky sort OF voice took
up the tale
'Nexsh ting knowed. Marsh
ShRrlea somebody's sheizin' me by
de head a-jammin' It up gin DO wall
a-iawin' at mo like do angel Gabriel
at De rish old sinners in de bad plashe
AN dar wash ole Ned a-spittin' like
q black cat an a-howlin' SO dreadful
dat fought no wash de debil; an
when l got do light dar wash my
beautiful chauy teef a.flung aroun'
like scattered seed. corn on de no.
an Ned swearln' he d have dc law
on me-"
'An' ar,er all dat broke In Uncle
Ned she purtends to lay claim fur
my pig. But | says no sir; l don't
pay nobody nothin' who played me a
trick like dat"
''rrick!" said Aunt Anniky. sco-n-
fully; 'whars de trick! link I
wanted yer ter eat my teef? An fur
dermo'. Marsh SharIes dar's jes dis
bout it. When dat night set in. dar
want no mo- hope fur old Ned dan
fur foundcred sheep Laws.a. mussy!
dat's why went ter sleep. wanted
ter hev strengt ter put on his burial
clio es In de mornin'. But don yer
see Marsh Sharles dat when he got
so mad. 1t brought on sweat dat
broke de fever! It saved him! But
fur all dat arter munchin' an
manglin' my chany teet he has de
imperdence OF tryin to 'prive me OF
de pig dat honestly armed. Il
= 1t was hard case. Uncle Ned sat
there very image OF Injured dig
nifty, while Aunt Anniky bound a red
handkerchief around her mouth and
famed herself with her turkey tail
Il am sure don know how to set
tie the matter" said father. helpless
ly. Ned don't see but that you'll
have to pay up
.Neber Mars Charles-neber"
well suppose you got married"
suggested father brilliantly; that
will unite your interests you know"
Aunt Anniky tossed her head.
Uncle Ned was old wizened wrinkled |
as raisiu. but he eyed Anniky over
with supercilious gaze and said
v it'll dignity. "Gf wanted ter mar
ry. could get likely young gal"
All the four points OF Anniky's tur-
ban shook with indignation. .Pay
me fur dem chany teef!" she Kissed
Some visitors interrupted the dis.
pute at this time. and the two darkies
went away.
A week later Uncle Ned appeared
with rather sheepish look.
Well Mars Charles" he said.
''Ts bout concluded dat l II marry
Anniky."
.,Ah! Is that SOP"
','Pears like dc onliest way kin
save my pigs" said Uncle Ned with
a sigh. when she's married she's
boun ter hey me. Women hey your
husbans; OATS what de good book !
says"
Yes. she will bay you I don't
doubt" said my father. making a pun
that Uncle Ned could not appreciate.
IAN CT she opens her aw ter mo
bout dem ar tecL" he went on. Il II
mash her"
Uncle Ned tottered on his legs like |
m unscrewed fruit stand. and had |
my opinion as to his 'rnashing" Aunt
This opinion was confirmed
The nest day when my father offered |
her his congratulations. You are
old enough to know your own mind"
he remarked.
lis ole. maybe said Anniky abut |
30 Is a oak tree an it's wigorou. l |
reckon Is u purity vigorous sort o.
growth myself. an reckon I'll have
my own way wild Ned. I'm gwine ter
Iatten dem pigs q his'n- an you see
81 don sell 'em mex Christmas fur