The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-07-09
3SlSTER CALLINE'S CHIL'EN

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Ihey had become so Interested In
their humble annals that the pickanin.
hles mad been lost sight of. They were
scattered along the railroad line gam.
Oollng Ike a menagerie turned loose.
Does you wan me tn coun' YOU
chiren, Sister CalllneT
"Oo'se l does. Hyar! You-ali. Come
hyar."
Inc children paid no attention.
Dey needs disserplainin', Sister Cal.
line"
lie rose. "Chiren, chlrenw he called
in a voice of authority.
The black cloud drew together and
bore down on the station-house.
Now you-all stand still ontwell dis
geneiman couns' you," commanded
Inc mother. "Lu Roxy, min yersef
ABE Linkum, stan up. Dom scrouge
SO! How he gwine coun' you, Of YOU
lodges roun' dat awayY
MID degree of order at last pre-
vailed and the old man began.
'one, two, thee, TO-, fbe, six, sebeu,
nine, eight, ten! Dere amt only ten"
"Dawter be leben, suah," said Sister
Calline. "oh, what l gwine ter doY
III coun' 'um ober agin'" said the
old man, kindly.
sister Calline wiped away her tears.
You am so kind, mistah! 1 knowed
you was a good man when Brer Mar
TIN tole me ter keep long err you on der
train"
An l knowed you was a good wo-
man when Brer. Martin tole me 'You
take good ca O. Sister Calline,' saws he
Now I'll coun' 'um agin."
"one, two, thee" and so on. They
went over and over this, but by no
ieserdemain of counting could ten be
made eleven.
sister Calline grew more and more
distressed and was just breaking into
hysterical sobs when the train whistIed
at the next static below.
They both sprang up and CalIine
screamed to the children, who came
lying across the track like a flock of
wild blackbirds.
When the train drew up and the con-
duetor stepped off, there was Calline
to meet him.
Please, mistah; has you brung back
my chile" she tearfully pleaded.
He looked at her.
Bonner und blixen! What do you
mean, woman%
Use got 'leben chiren," groaned Sis
ter Calline, AN dis genelman has
counded 'um ODER an ober. UNI dere
ain't only ten."
The conductor ran his eye over the
group.
A score of heads were thrust out of
the coach, and murmur of amused
sympathy stirred along the line.
"H-mr
lie pulled forth his book hurriedly
and turned over the pages.
Pass Calline Jackson and alaven
children"
lie glanced over the black, bobbing
heads and back at the woman.
His eye fell on the bundle in her
arms.
Great Joye! What's the matter with
the baby making eleven?'
There were roars Of laughter and
much waving Of hats and handker-
chiefs as the train moved out.
You done counded UNI wrong. Mis-
tah,' said Sister Calline, looking up re-
proachfully at the old man.
is dey all hyar?" he asked, with dig
nifty.
"Cose dey's all hyar."
Den don't dat pintedly show dat 1
counded UNI right"
Sister Calline's dark countenance
wore a troubled expression. but as they
went along the piney woods road to-
ward Kentville it gradually cleared up.
and when they came in sight of Kent
Hall it was beaming.
"Dere's de cunnelr' said uncle. point
Ing to a gentleman dressed In a white
duck suit, who sat comfortably in a
Dig armchair on the gallery.
Hes one O. de ars. You les vait
here spell ontel I go an tell him"
"WellT said Colonel Kent, good-na-
turedly, laying down his newspaper.
What Is 1t, Unncle Dickr
Use jes' come ter tell you, cunnel.
dat Use foun' a good woman dat |
laks the bes' In the world, an we'se
fixed our minis dat Wen marry fore
long. We reckons ternight is de hes,
time"
Marry! Good LordY' said the COL
onel, astonished. "Such an old fellow
as you arer'
i is ole, for a fac, Mas'r, but rse
lived alone nine years, an its mighty
That's So" said the colonel, kindly.
An pears like l can't stan it no
longer. An Sister jackson needs a
husband ter help her raise her chiPen.
Dere's leben chiren an none OBJ 'em
missin'. coundin' UNI right
Eleven! How in the ma me of Gen.
eral Jackson are you going TO take care
Of eleven childrenY
"Dey's gwine ter take ca O. me.
Masr," said the old man. eagerly.
"Deys mighty peart chiPen. mighty
peart, an dey en- pick heap Oh cotton
an hoe con an taters an weed in de
syarden an do power oh oder turns"
The curiously wizened old face shpne
as If be had just come into fortune.
An cunnel," he went on. Use git