The aegis & intelligencer., 1893-09-15
VOL. XXXVIII---NO.k37.

"Whar's ole Jube, / wonder p as Il
sudden thought struck her. Lord
hep my time! Here, Jube, here, here,
here, Jube, here :" After some mo-
ments of very unusual delay, Jube APP
peared, blowing and painting like a
locomotive, using as much speed as
his age and many infirmities would
allow in the vain hope of some choice
bit of skin or bone.
''Po' Jube" apostrophized the old
woman. You certney is one human
dog! Jube's got sense, he knows dem
he takes up wild.
Here, Louvinia," she continued,
with a feeling of inward satisfaction
at her own remarkable forethought,
which gave an extra shine to her ebon
face, ''take um bof to de courthouse :;
quick, gal Here, tell 'em to coax
him wild dis bread an fas'en him in
good. Don't you STAN dar lookin' at
me, an mad dogs are romi' de plan
ashun -
Lavinia recoiled from so perilous an
adventure.
Between the Scylla and Charybdis
of her mother and the mad dogs she
fell helplessly and in tears upon the
adamant bosom of ''Arn Dilsy"
Il shan't let dem dogs git me Use
feared-I'se feared o. Mr.. Simpson an
dem wild dar weapons an tings-I is
feared ~
You better be feared O. me p said
the old woman decisively. This
threat rarely failed to arouse every
feeling of filial respect in the breasts
of "Arn Dilsy's" brood, nor was it
futile at this critical moment.
Lavinia, shrinking and trembling
made rapid detour in reaching the
courthouse, successfully coaxing Bep
po with the attractive pone. Not SO
Jube. His conduct ON the occasion
was undeniably eccentric. His efforts
to get past Aunt Dilsy into the kitchen
were characterized by great energy
and push. In vain. The decree had
gone forth, and to the courthouse he
should be banished.
At this moment the pursuers of the
mad dog had left the stable lot and
were coming pell-mell into the back
yard. The leader, having espied
Jube, raised a triumphant cry
'"There he stands, boysn' Jube made
a desperate lunge against the old
woman's ankles-she was slowly tax
ing in the situation-and old Jube
was the mad dog. Her Indignation
was grand.
Moving out from her entertainments
she defied the crowd of ''po' trash"
now closing in ON the old beast. who
fairly got himself between the feet of
his own friend.
81 do'no who you is no how, er whar
you come fun interferin' wild my dog.
| done raise him fun a weaned puppy,
| is, en- | doan low no pusson to so
much as siniwate dis here dog done
gone mad. He's the reasonablest
creeter, de mos timmersome Po'
thing y, nor nuvver so much as look
at aig nor tech his mouf to nothin'
what ain been give him. En- de wax
enest gyard dog on dis planashun
'Tain't worth while to throw off no
sich er'spicion on dis here dog. Eff ole
master was here he'd disprove every
word l done sey en- you darsent to so
much es pint none O. dem weepens at
Jube 'Coase he ain natchel now you
all done holler at i'm en- chase him
twell he done got so opset in he min
he done pintedly got perfused twell
he dunno tother fun which.
Now, jis 'vises you all to go long
home andres yo'sef bout mad dogs.
You better stay home, too, twell you
learn some sense en- some manners en-
some behavior!
"Come here, Louvinia, en- clean dem
knivesr'
ELIZABETH BEVERLY TERRY.