Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1896-11-14

ledgerdemain Of counting could ten be
made eleven.
Sister Calline grew more and more
distressed, and was just breaking into
hysterical sobs when the train whistled
at the next station below.
They both sprang up and Calline
screamed to the children, who came fly
ing across the track like a flock OF
blackbirds.
When the train drew up and the con-
ductor stepped off, there was Calline to
meet him.
please, mistah, has You brung back
my chile?" she tearfully pleaded.
He looked at her.
"Donner and Blixen. What do you
mean, woman?"
Use got 'leben chil'en," groaned Sis.
ter C%alline, IAN dis genelman has
counded UNI ODER and ober, I'M dere
amt only ten"
The conductor ran his eye over the
group.
A score of heads were thrust out OF
the coach and a murmur of amused SYM
patty stirred along the line.
"H-m!"
He pulled forth his book hurriedly,
and turned over the pages.
"Pass Calline Jackson and II chill
dren."
He glanced over the huddle of black,
bobbing heads, and back at the
His eyes fell on the bundle in her
arms.
whats the matter with the baby
making 11?"
There were roars of laughter, and
much waving of hats and handker.
chiefs ms the train moved out.
You done counded UNI wrong, mis-.
tah," said Sister Calline, looking up re.
proachfully at the old man.
as dey all hyar?" he asked with dig.
nifty.
Goose dey's all hyar."
Den don't dat pintedly show dat !
counded UNI right?"
Sister Calline's dark countenance
wore a troubled expression, but as they
went along the piny woods road toward
hentville, it gradually cleared up, and
when they came in front of Kent hall
it was beaming.
"Dere's de cunnel!" said Uncle, point.
ing to a gentleman dressed in a white
duck suit, who sat comfortably in n
big armchair on the gallery.
Hes II O. de ars. You les whit
here a spell ontill I go an tell him."
"WellT" said Col. Kent, good natured.
~ laying down his newspaper. "What
is it, Uncle Dick?"
Use jes' com ter tell you, cunnel. DAT
rs foun' a good woman dat / like the
bes' in the world, an we'se fixed our
Minis dat we'll marry fore long. Wa
reckons ter night is de bcs' time"
"Marry!" said the colonel, aston.
ished. Such an old fellow as Won
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VI Aac hias r, Dut Use lived
nine years an it's mighty line.
That's So" said the colonel, kindly.
IAN pears like 1 can't stan II M
longer. An Sister Jackson needs a
husband ter help her raise her chilen.
Dere's leben chil'en an none of 'em
missin', counten' UNI right"
ELEVEN! How in the name of Gen.
jackson are you going to take care
Of II children?"
"Dey's gwine take ca O. me. mos'r -
the old man, eagerly. "Dey's
mighty peart chilen, mighty peart.
and dey en- pick a heap oh cotton an
hoe con an taters an weed In de pyar.
den an do a power Of oder turnc."
The curiously wizened old face
shone as If he had just come into a for.
tune.
AN, cunnel," he went on, Use git.
Tin too ole ter wuk much, an I links
my meetin' up wild Sister Calline Is .
providence. / wants ter oil
de Grafton roun' soon dat dere's pwins
ter be a weddin' down ter my Iii house
Ter night"
Go ahead, then" laughed the col.
onel. "The missis will have a cake
baked for you, and, by George, it'll have
be a big one to go round"
The cake was baked in the big iron
kettle of nnte-bellum associations.
ind there was a festival in the cabin
down by the creek, which lasted into
he small hours.-N. Y. Tribune.
-Milllners first piled their troda =.