The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1894-05-31

say, I doan know nuthin' bout dem
cllryus words, Miss Rosebud, but dish
yer cake amt sad, an dish yer wine
amt tragic ter dish Niger. IF dcy is.
dat what she like. An she amt gwine
complain bout nuthin' what de lar
grippe gin her thrO' de hand Nv Miss
Rosebud, eff she do mack fun of her.
Dish yer done tone fur de fault NV
laughin' at a pore niger, whar done
had de lar grippe tell she got trimblin'
in de jints NY her knee bones. Dat do
trimblin' got now, Mrs. Lumpstin."
TrimbIin' I'm de Knees.
Again the other women glances sig
nif1cantly at one another. Mrs. Lump
stin then went over to the line to hang
out the pretty ruf1ed skirt belonging
to Miss Rosebud, and as she adjusted
the clothes pin she said:
'Trimblin' in de knee Joints is
mighty bad, no matter what gins it to
you. Jess fore last Christmas fore
last, when me an julius wuz keepin'
cofnp'ny, an he done writ me a note
an tell'd me he got a mighty likin' fur
me, an likin' is de fust step in lovin',
woman drap in ter see me one day,
an she lowed dat she 'blieve dat
Julius Moore gwine marry a gal over
in Tennessee. 'clar ter gracious l got
so weak an trimblin' in my jints l
like ter tumble right ober in de we'll
Whar l DRAWN water, | did dat. But
dat night julius aXed me ter be his'n.
an my knee jints amt trimble sense.
/ had de Lar grippe, but | didn't have
de tremblin' in de iintS. Election in
de mind hu'tted me wOrsern de lar
grippe"
1t was just at this point that a merry
party of little negroes dashed into
sight, calling out: Wander go de rab-
bit! Wander he gOw In his haste lit
tie Ebenezer, basket on arm, failed to
see an obstruction in his pathway,
and stumping his toe against the
"stOb" tumbled heels over head. He
was greeted with a chorus Of laughter
from the waSherWOmen. Pick your
self up, boy" cried Mrs. Lumpstin,
may be your dog II cotch Mnllie cot
tOntail. Of you cyarnt." Little Ebene-
yer uttered lugubriOus wall Mrs.
Lumpstin's motherly instinct at once
carried her to his side, where she soon
found that his leg was AL out Of
jint"
For Miss Becky.
The excitement Of an accident col
lected the women around him; one
offered wet towel to stop de blccdin'
NV de chile's nOSe;" another stepped
down "ter de big road ter watch after
de doctors buggy whar jess pass long
ter ole Mr.. SansOn'S;' the others strOve
to comfort the dusky piccaninny. He
refused comfort. Il done los de rab-
bit, too (Oh-O-OhO an done onset my
laig. l cyarnt meek no money Outen
jewberries now, kase de preacher
gWine ter Civ me dime eff pick dish
yer basket full Nv jPwberries fur him
ter cyarry ter Miss Becky. He cyarry
ev'ything he git ter Miss Becky. My
laig most broke now. An ole rabbit
done lost, too"
Mrs. Lumpstin turned her head, and
nOdding to the group of women, said:
"Wha IL done tole you? Didn't l say
dat oman wuZ dc preachers sweet
heart. Dere amt no use fur nobody
ter be settin' dey cap fur Mr. GOoden.
He done cotch, jess like / done tole
you" Mary James, still holding on to
Sis Lies snuff bottle, had crept up
to the scene Of the accident Trim
blin' in the iints'' came upon her once
again; she seated herself upon the roots
of the immense oak, and seemed trying
to rally her forces, then exclaimed:
Dat gal amt cOtch i'm. I amt gwine
ter b'leeve no SIGH a tale. Dat gal
nigh bout 80 year ole. She nuthin' but
a ole maid no how. l amt gwine ter