Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1894-09-19
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white ones screecheS an sqneaIs. -
''Them's New Englan antics" Sam
Woods said, with sneer.
'What did she do?'' questioned
Stubbs
81 amt sayin but what ther ever
lastin woman wuz in et," old Slater
said. 'sShe kinder Strengthened up fust,
then clasped Fitz. acallin of i'm er lot
o. sweet creole names--never did them
mongrel lispins SCUM sweeterl Then
quicker'n kin tell ct blade flashed
in thet nigger's han, an whiz ct went
hissin through ther hot air.
81 turned sick, fer lowed Fitz wuz
er goner, but now know thet she wuz
expectin of ct an wuz willip ter pay
ther price, like ther thurerbred she wuz,
fer she faced roun suddint jes' in front
O. Fitz, her two arms stretched wide ter
shield i'm, an ketched thet knife on 'er
poor little breas' bone. -
Good enoughp' said the Jacl,sof the
Dust, with hearty if tardy appreciation.
''1'd done er Mame'd sight too much
lookin on,' continued old Slater, "but
Isoon put ther 'sassin whar he b'longed
Fitz, as whites er ghost, wuz a-holdin
Mimi Her blood wuz pourin. all suthin
like er curt in wuz creepin over 'er eyes,
shuttin out ther light She tried ter
smile. She wuz er princess, sure pop,
an l reck'n, too, she wuz satisfied ter
know she'd never hev ter knuckle down
ter thet niger man. 'Doudoux, sez
she, 'adieu Them wuz all the words
she spoke, an no young bird never piped
good night emmy softer an sweeter
Then She tried ter put up er arms. But
'twuzn't in 'em-poor leetle arms-they
dropped, an she wuz gonel',
'Deadr' gasped Stubhs
''Thet's er good name for ct in emmy
latitude, :" replied old Slater dryly. He
continued in softer tone: ''Fitz lay
Mimi down like as ef she wuz er babby,
an him an me kinder Strengthened of er
out. I couldn't help wonderin eff she
he'd er nanny to moan over 'er leetle
spent life We lef' thet niger whar he
fell an went way without er word.
Thet night ther Bender hauled up 'er
anchor, an we went down ter Port O.
Prince"
Stubbs sighed.
"Whar thet creole begun whar she'd
lef' off, added old Slater savagely.
t'How could he? Do you mean that
he forgot MIMI" cried Stubbs.
''Don't ye go ter gittin 'sof',' Stub
BY" said old Slater ga man thet's
goin ter mount ter shucks in ther serv-
ice kin forgit ennything!"
"But when she died for himr' per-
sisted Stubbs
'She didn't feel ct none ter speak
on, old Slater said, with conviction.
"Wimmen are made SOS they kin die
easy fer ther men they love-
DON git 'xcited, lad,'' advised Bill
Williams. "Yet amt got nuthin ter do
with ct Their Lord he made EN- ter fill
their places.
Old Slater was seemingly searching
some chamber of his memory. At length
he said:
white ones mebbe dies leetle
harder, an they amt quite so likely ter
do ct, but color don't make no great
iff'rence. :"
tWhite ones feel-and die!"
1t was the boatswain's S mate, and he
spoke IN voice which forbade contra
diction. ''She"-- But his voice broke.
He paused on that word, staid by
thoughts too bitter to express. He walk
ed away without looking at his compan-
ions
''Well, much obliged, Mr.. Slater"
said the Jack of the Dust "She was a
Jim Dandy and no mistake y
He, too, walked away, followed by
Stubbs. Old Slater looked after the ap-
prentice. "Humphp' said he, with a
short laugh. "Thet lads heart aches,
an he dunno why. Thet's youth. But
when I think O. his shuttin of hisself
up roun the mem'ry of a woman
He became suddenly silent, but his
messmates knew that he meant the
boatswain's mate and that words had
failed him.
Sam Woods, the man of ranking
reminiscence of New England, began
distinctly, ''Thet's common nuff"-
But he completed his sentence mentally,
and they never knew what he had in
tended to say.
"Slater," said Bill Williams under
his breath, ''wuzn't ct wuth er straight
story ter git thet out er them blame ole
shellbacks?'
''Et wuz,'' replied the old seaman
emphatioally. Lucille Lowell in Short
Stories.
Minutes of the Council of Ten.
Recent researches in the archives OF
the Venetian republic have brought to
light the records of the mysterious and
dreaded council of ten, inclusive of the
minutes of their most secret meetings,
which were kept with the greatest care
and regularity. This council was the
real executive power in the republic,
the doge, especially in the later years
of Venetian history, being purely an Or
namental parsonage and deprived OF all
real power It is we'll known that the
council deposed and executed more thar
one doge for alleged crimes against the
state and was only controlled in the ex-
ercise of its authority by the grand coun-
Gil, from which the majority of Vene'
tian citizens were, after the closing OF
the golden book of the council, perma.
nently excluded.
In the domain Of police and foreign
affairs the council of ten reigned su-
preme, the grand council, when it met
which was not very often-confininG
its action to home legislation and the
election to office bearers. The assassina-
ton by poison of enemies of the repub-
lie was considered an important branch
Of public business, and proposals for
this purpose were eagerly listened to
and discussed at the councils meetings.
Paris American Register.
Proud, but Resourceful.
When Baroness Sprecher finds her
supply of cash running short, she gen.