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AUNTY AND HER AMANUENsIs.

AUNTY AND HER AMANUENsIs.
The Letter That Wa. Finally Fin |
ished Under Considerable Difficulties. |
From the Chicago Daily News. |
Aunty crossed the floor with her heavy |
plantation tread and set the clock on the |
mantel. |
1t had in its day kept company with Cid
creole mahogany and carried itself in iordly |
fashion among its peers. but now for many |
years, on account of some obscure visceral
arrangement, it had been retired to humble
society,"
''The clock doctor. he say she all right
now. an jest as magnificus as she ever
were: only you'll jest have ter wind her up.
please. ma am" said aunty.
The mistress cheerfully arose and essayed
the novel task.
The key turned in its place with infinite
difficulty. as if it dragged after it the whole
weight of the unwilling years, and there
was strange groaning and creaking within
and convuIsve shudder of the whole ma
chinery and framework. But it began TO
tick and the hands began to move.
Aunty surveyed it with awe and delight
She goes tribulatin' along peart as
ever she did. How nachal it does sound.
Where did you get such a fine old feic
aunty?" asked the mistress, noting its
points.
My ole mistr's give her to me arter the
surrender. They was all broke up and the
ole plantation was sold and they went to
N Orleans ter live. An now, honey, Use
ready fer de letter IL you is
Yes. aunty. Who is the letter for?'
My granddaughter. Her mother give her
ter me an let her go to NJ Orleans ter
stay with her father. You see, they didn't
get erlong-
Who aunty? Your granddaughter and
her mother?"
BLESS yer heart. no, I mean her father
| an mother. an they separated. an he's got
another wife an she's got another hus-
| BAN
''Oh. well. have written. My dear grand
daughter Now, what next?'
81 was mighty glad ter hear from you
| all an that you was well an doin' WELL
| She give one when she orter give twelve
| an she give twelve when she orter give
one.' said aunty, interrupting her droning
| recitative.
| The scribe looked up in bewilderment
| Auntys eyes were fixed on the clock.
| Didn't you hear her striker
mo. Never mind the clock now. aunty."
| HE said she were all right" murmured
aunty, sadly.
| We will consult him again If she is not.
but now We must write the letter II we
| want it to go in the next mall
| II does want il ter go powerful bad"
| We'll, then, what next?"
~ am we'll and doing well at present.
| but have had mighty pore health this win
| ter. Be good girl an don't forgit your
pore ole gran'mother. If her father don't
| down there
The scribe caught her breath and drew
her pen through a line and a half
| What you do that fer?" complained
| aunty.
| Never mind. Go on
You worries me So scratchin' out the
writin'. l done fergot Oh Won't you
| please let my granddaughter come up an
| see me, If it's only fer day.? That's fer
her father said aunty.
The writer paused.
IT, Y al, T-1a H..
never have let her go with him. Tell her
| I'm a-comin' down ter see her. He beats
her with his crutch and don't give her moth
| in. Don't think hard O me cause l didn't
| send you anything Christmas. / was away
| from home two months. water bound ."
The mistress laid down her pen.
"Oh, aunty, what story!''
| Its jest ter satisfy her, honey, SO she
| don't think hard O me. Tell her I'm comm
| ter see her in week or two an to be sure
| an look fer me-
| Now, aunty, you know 1 can't spare you
| in week or two.
"Co'se does, an ain't a-gwine. But she
kin be lookin out l WISH" added the kind
soul, regretfuly. that / could send her
| some fruit. But how can /? l don't know
| anybody gwine there
| Why. aunty, there's always lots of fruit
in the city market, and you can send her a
dime or two bits any time in a letter and
she can buy some
Law, sakes. So kin. Huccomes 1t you
alloys thinks Of everything? That head O.
| alyours is plum full all the time, said
| aunty, admiringly.
| rs that all. aunty?"
| "Oh, tell her ter be sure ter AK her father
ter pray fer me-.
"Aunty, wouldn't. He seerls to be a bad
fellow"
But you see, honey, don't want him ter
| be mad at me, cause mebby then he won't
| let her come an me. / don't reckon he
| aims ter let her come nohow. He look her
away ter keep her, but he needn't have
gone at ii that reyerent way.
What name shall 1 write on the out
| side?'
| Rev. Jim Brown"
But, aunty, it's for your granddaugh-
ter"
He gets the letters an he'll know who
it's fer. And now there's another one an
| it's to the Rev. Jim Brown An then II
| you amt anything partickler ter do, I'd like
| ter have you write ter my daughter out or
| Tickfaw, please, ma'am.
| Two hours later the amanuensis laid
l down her with long sigh of relief