The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-15

him for long time, and suahly you know
what cranky old man he was, but" she
added with an expression of Joy all over
her face, I'D be nightly pleased if he
could see US to-day" AT last it dawned
on me.
In honor of the funeral, the family had
put together and brought that.
JOY OF DARKEY HOUSEHOLD
a bureau. And they felt so genteel that
they weren't willing to admit poor Uncle
Sol, who had never seen the bureau. was
equal 10 them socially. AL the cemetery,
IL required three strong deacons to keep
Aunt Lena from jumping into the grave,
out when we went back to the house.
everybody went in aud saw the bureau
unlocked and locked; were called upon to
admire the glass, and were ALTOGETHER
made to feel that they were in a
nome of people who knew what
was what. Since then Aunt Lena
has gotten a trunk, and Joys of
Joys, set of false teeth. She had her
own good white ones pulled out that she
might indulge in this luxury, and any
child in the neighborhood will nearly run
his legs of if Aunt Lena will promise to
let them see her take them out and put
them in. With all these belongings, it
can scarcely be said of Aunt Lena that
she is advanced in her ideas She is
merely luxurious in her tastes. l told her
the other day that she was going TO have
a vote given to TO her, and she looked at
me like an aged baboon, and said: Not
for true, Honey2 Before Gawd, l thought
1t bad enough when they give
them there votes to rif-raff like my jim;
but ii all the fool wenches down at the
| church is goin to get vote, can't you
an me arrange to go an live in countries
where they's civilized Votes l think l
see Calline goin' 10 vote. She'd sell
her vote for brass breastpin. and they
amt one of 'em down there that wouldn't
Jcs' give the vote to the minister if he
promise to show some 'tention to them.
Lawd, Lawd, dis am queer world"
DARKEY LADY ON GIRLS
When I was young, ladies was ladies.
They wasn't farm around talkin', an
If you'll excuse me, miss, none of them
was that aggregated that they had to
earn their own livin'. They was men in
them days-gentlemen, which l was
always told that meant KNOWN how to
take care of the ladies and little chill
! dren. But nowadays, what with the
ladies forgettin' their manners, and boys
! smokin' c;gareets, it's impossible to say
| what they'll do mex. But votin'l Well,
l want to see the colored girls start out
| to vote. No, / don't, don't want to see
nuthin' of the kind, If / catches any of
'em belongin' to me goln' for sech a thing
| I'll whip her, don't care how old she is
! You remember Calline? Calline she was
my Ems girl. She was always sassy, an
l used to tell En- it was mighty queer,
/ she an her husband was both as black as
the spades an that sassy piece was near
| white; but En-, she jes' used to giggle
| Well, EN- sent Calline to school, an she
cum back home with more nonsense in
her head dan you ever heard Of called
her nanny Ma; :" but En-, she's such
| fool n Iov
SHE MARRIEs MINISTER.
amt got nothin' to say against the
| pore young man, though his preachin', it
were mighty weak. But when Calline
| cum home to pay a visit and fetches her
nurse for Celestine}" drawlin' out her
words, as if she were a lady, l ies' got uD
! an boxed one ear, until she saw stars, an
| then the other to make it even, an
| says, You iggerant niger, nurse your
own baby, ard don't come here with any
! of your preachin' half white half black
! airs" An what do you think En- said
! AS how 1 wasn't kind. l wonder let her
live. s'pose she'd like a vote But III
tell you one thing Missy, jes' as suah as
| / hear of her voting, I'll be to the place
first, and I'll beat her with broomstick.
! Votin'! Well, l thought the world was
| comm to an end when I seed the preacher
| a-rldln on wheel, but this beats 1t.
| That day jes' told him my opinion of
that. If the good Lawd had intended
men to ride Wheels he wouldn't have
' created horses. But the present genera
tion, Missy, is too unpolite to please me-
WHAT is TRUE COMFORT.
| After this Aunt Lena smoked as vigor-
ously as if the angels in heaven would APP
prove of pipes. Well, maybe they do.
| They are a heap of comfort to some peo-
| pie. And why shouldn't people have what
| is comfort to them as long asst is limo
cent? don't know what your particu-
lar comfort is. 1t may be pleasant
word from somebody you love; it may be
good horse: it may be pipe; it may be
a soothing glass of old wine, but what
ever it is, it concerns you and not me, and
the one idea left me, as 1 am fading away
from the power of the sun. is that you
! have the right TO live your life as you
| please, and so has BAB.