Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-05
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"'An' now whites I'm lookin' I see him
| rise up SEE he. an fly three times round
right hefo the peoples eyes. an befo' they
know it, he's riz up In the air ag-in. an
spread his wings, an. the sky seems SC
darkenad that 1 can't see nothin' clair
only long stream O., yaller hair fioatin
| behind him. -
NOW 1 see everybody's heads drop
| an 1 hear 'em cryin'-but.' seq he. they
amt cryin about the thief bird. but they
cryin' about the yalIer, hair-the yal
| Ter hair-the yaller hair
Amt that about yore recollection o
how he expressed it?" said McMonigle
pausing now in his recital.
"Yas," said old man Taylor, "he said II
three times. l riccolect that ez LONG ez
I live-an' the third time he said the yal-
Ter hair he let his arms fall down at his
side, an he sort O. staggered back ards
an turned round to Johnnie Burk an seq
he: Help me cut. please, sir, feels dizzy.
Do you rccolect how he said that, Danl?
But you're telln' the story. Don't lem
me interrupt you
tell 1t the way you riccolect 1t. 1 see my
pine has gone out while I've been talkin'.
Tell the truth, I'm most sorry that you all
started me on this story tonight. 1t gives
me a spell O. the blues--talkin' it over.
pass me them tongs back here, doc
tor, an femme git another coal for my
pipe. An while I've got 'em I'll shake
up this fire a little. This stoves ez dull.
she's neglected.
like wet wood. neither. Sets her teeth on
edge. Jest listen at his quart while l lay
it in her mouth.
60 on, now, Pete an tell the parson
the rest O. the story. Tain't no more n
right tibet shepherd should know all the
ms and outs O. his flock eff he's goin' to
take care o. their needs.
You better finish it, DAHL" said Taylor.
you've brought it all back heap better'n
1 could a-done it,"
Tell the truth, boys I've got 1t down to
where l hate to go on replied McMonlgle,
with feeling 1--WE talked about the child
now till l can seem to see her little, slim
figure comm down the plank walk the way
I've seen her hundred times, when all
the fellers settin' out in front O the sto'e
would slip in an git their coats on, an
come back-Tye done it myself, an me a
grandfather"
Go on, Pete, an finish 1T up. I've got
the taste O. tobacco smoke now. an nay
pipe Is like the stove. Eff 1 neglect her she
pouts.
II left off where OF Proph' finished proph-
esyin' at the old year party at my house
three year ago. l forgot to tell you' par
son, thet Mrs Meredith, she never come
to the party-an' Meredith hisself. he only
come and stayed few minutes, an went
home count O. the OF lady bein' by herself
50 they wasn't neither one there when
the OF niger spoke. An eff they'd ever
teen told what he said ! don't know
though we have got a half dozen slnartles
in town, thet would "a busted long ago eff
they hadn't "a told it don't doubt.
go on, now, Pete, an finish After
Proph had got done talkln OF Sc hand
shakin' commenced. an everybody was sup
posed to shake hands with everybody else.
l reckon, parson there knows about that
but you might tell 1t, anyhow
"Of cose, parson, he knows about the
nandshakin'," said Taylor, taking up the
a OF
parson. You know that it's the custom in
Simpkinsville, at the old year party, for
everybody to shake ha Ids at II o'clock
at the comm in of the new year It's been
our custom time out O. mind. Folks thetll
have some fallin' out an maybe not be
speakin' IL come forward an shake hands
an make up-start the new year with a
clean slate.
we'd do. Some of our folks is so teChy an
high strung-an' so many O. 'em kin, which
makes it that much Worse-thet eff 'twasn't
for the New Year handShak1n' why, in q
few years we'd be eZ pdu eA zeal ana
dumb asylum.
but to tell the story I declare, Dan'l,
I amt no hand to tell a thing SO ez to
bring it befo yo' eyes like you can. I'm
feerd you'll have to carry 1t on.
And so old man McMonigle, after affec-
tionately drawing few puffs from his
pipe, laid it on the fender before him, and
took up the tale.
WELL" he began as usual, Il reckon thot
rightly speakin' this is about the end Of
the first chapter.
1.-THE handshakin' passed Off friendly
enough. everybody jinin in, though there
was women tibet lowed tibet they had the
cold shivers when they shuck the city fell
ler's hand, half expectin' to tackle bird
claw An 1 know tibet wife an me
although understand, parson, we none O.
us suspicioned no harm-we was glad when
the party broke up, an everybody was
gone-the nigger's words seemed to ring in
our ears so.
well, sir, the second chapter O. the story
I reckon it could be told in half a dozen
words, though I s'pose it holds misery
enough to make book.
II never would read a book thet didn't
end right; In fact. I don't think the law
ought to allow sech to be printed. We get
CROUCH wrong endins in life. an the only
good book maxim is. in my opinion, Is to
ketch up all sech stories an work 'em over
EFF [ could set down an tell May Day
Meredith's story to some book writer thet'd
take it up where I leave off, an bring her
back to US, she could even be raised from
the dead in a book eff need be, my Lord,
how I'd love to read it. an try to b'lieve it