Marble Hill press., 1896-07-23

Yes, pow'ful good, Cooley; bettah
than yor eyeh saw down home"
Some is heap bettah 'cn othahs. ]
reckon
Much bettah.'
"Allus beats the othahs."
mot always, Cooley"
mo, subj"
mo"
'Then how you gwine tub tell bout
| bettin' on 'em, subj"
"Take chances, Cooley
"Kinder long chances sometimes.
amt they?"
Eyes, ve'y long"
Mighty hard tub know whah tuh
put yo' money"
Eyes"
Heap hardah larnin' hosses an 'tis
larnin books, amt it"
"Nevah thought Nv it that way
Cooley, but it might be"
"Thas whut I thought Miss Chaity
might think, suh.''
Miss Cha'ity amt thinkin' bout
race hosses, Cooley"
mo, sub, but reckon she is bout
yuL, suh.''
Which was softly insinuating and IN
the line of Cooley's manifest duty, ana
Mr.. Wiley was not blind to the sugges-
tion, but when one goes to sleep with
the rataplan of hoofs stringing through
his brain, he is likely to wake in the
morning with want for more OF the
music. So Mr.. Wiley Carey went to the
l track and left Cooley to devise other
I means for bringing about a change In
the order of things. Sitting up alone
: Cooley picked his greasy old guitar
K crooned old Southern songs, and fig
e ured for Mr.. Wiley.
: Actual advice he could not presume
: to offer, and gentle suggestion was th'
g only method left to him. He took Mis-
d Charitys picture out of the back room
u and put it on the mantelpiece in tn
8 front room, right where one saw it o1
e entering. He talked much, when per
q mitted, about the plantation and tn
Ie sweet, simple things of the home lie
-e urging always what a great day Woul
come when Mr.. Wiley and he wake
le down the gang-plank once more.
p All these falling him he went bac
n to his guitar and his Groom songs tc
consolation. The change was worke
by the bookmakers, and it came in
i night. 1t was rather later than usuf
! when Mr.. Wiley walked in with I'll
black brow, blacker than Cooley ha
ever seen it. The moonlight droppe
through the wide front window an
Carey sat down where the drift of
fell across him.
T would yuh like tub go hcm
hi C9olet?"
IN "Yas, suh."
XIII Il think you can go soon."
HA "Is yuh goin', Mistah Wiley?"
w NO"
Then l mus wait fur yuh."
Turn out the lights an go tub be
l don want you"
Cooley turned the lights and we
into his little alcove but instead of t.
bed he sat down and looked sad
through the half open door at the Fl
ure of Mr.. Wiley Carey, sitting the
in the flood of the moonlight, his I
nor bows on his knees, his head buried
ow his hands. There was no moVeme
-, for an hour, and the moonlight h
-, shifted and left him half in shade
"a when Carey YEARLY arose, walked oy
- to the table, and picked up revoly
III lying there. Then he resumed his Sc
I'D and began twirling the clicking CYL
der. Cooley in the alcoye had l.
.ne his guitar across his knees. Car
IL looked steadily out Of the window
80 d moment, and then stood up, cocki
" the revolver as he rose. The gui
~ broke into the silence with a twil
aie twang, twing, and Cooley's soft vo
~ began to Groom:
Way down upon the Suwanl
" River
~ Carey stood still, put his lips
iaa gether, then laid the pistol ON the ia
uiu and went slowly into the bedroom
psf. Cooley, undress me. Charles
Mr. Trevathan in New York Journal.
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