The Newtown bee., 1896-11-20

1n9 Doy rose qnlCKIy, anu AoIloW6u hIs mother into the cabin, where single | candle in a tin holder shed it's feeble light.
 ''Ab'um!" repeated his mother, in a choking voice, tits gone! De box is done gone! Oh, my good Lawd!" and she threw herself on the bed, moaning over and over the same strain: ''It's gone clean gone! All de money what l wuck an slabe to airn! An ye cayn't go to school, nor nothin', Album! Oh Laws! Seems lak cayn't stan it, nohow!" The boy stared at her in distress mo- ment, then shook her gently by the arm. Say, Nanny" he whispered, "where you think it gone?"
 Aunt Cisly rolled ever into a sitting posture, her eyes blazing.
 "Whar think it gone2 Why, some body done tuck an stole it, boy! Dat whar it g0ne!'' And rising to her feet she went on wrathfull; "An' dey's on'y one creetur on dis yairth low down 'nough ter tek it, an dat is de wufess ole nigga I WIZ crazy 'nough ter may Lemme git at him Lemme git at him! '" she cried making for the door. "Hold on, Nanny '" said the boy, try l ing to detain her. "What Ye going to do to him? Better be kind O keerfuI, Nanny, till you knows for cert'n"
 But Aunt Cisly was deaf to all consid- erations of prudence. Naturally kind hearted, and an honest Christian woman, this test was too much for mortal to 1 withstand.
 To see her Abraham Lincoln starting off to school in 8 neat store suit, with a
 wide starched collar, and shoes and stockings, and 8 bag of books slung across his shoulders, that was vision she had hoped to bless her eyes with in
 the near future. Beyond that-almOst
 too dazzling, yet within the range of possibility-was the v8ion of her son, grown to mans estate, in shining broad cloth and white chOker, pounding the pulpit cushions in Mount Zion church,
 while she, the mother whose toll and
 thrift had brought about this glorious
 result, should sit cOnspicuOusly in the
 middle aisle, ,attired in a black silk gown, and lace bonnet with purple flowers
 the center of admiring and envious eyes, And now these beatifc visions were sud
 denly scattered-the hard-earned savings
 of the entire summer were gOne-stolen
 and the thief was no other, could be nc
 other, than the man she called husband
 Poor Aunt Cisly! She could not ever
 make an effort to control her anger, anC by the time she reached the outer air she
 was like a wild creature whose offspring is in danger.
 Meantime Uncle Saul had heard tho
 excited voices in the cabin and, with al his hardihood, his hands trembled as hl
 went on laying the fagots under the ket tie.
 Suddenly he felt himself seized by th' , collar and dragged to his feet, to be con frouted by the imposing figure of hi wife, quivering from head to foot witt rage, but by no means speeches.. "You Saul Baxter!" she burst out
 keeping the grip of wise on his shoul , der; ''you low-down thievin' nigga Gimme ma money! Gin it to me quick 'fo' I does somep'n to ye, ye mizzable , ornerY black trash, you! Quick, I say!"
 , "Maws, Cisly ]" cried Uncle Saul, in
 wheedling tone; 'don' be so brash
 'ooman! Leggo ma shoulder an lemm p talk!".
 "Gimme ma money!" repeated the ex . cited woman. "Gimme ma money, wha g I airned at the tubs, an you done stoled i Quick, say!''
 I "'F0' troof, Cisly," whined the cl man, "you'se plumb mistaken, you is. Q d'know nawthin' bout no money-'dee e an I don't! Do, eff so be ez you be 3 money putt away, "he daringly went or
 ''dey's Scripter to prove dat it 'longs te Q me, anyhow, ez de head ob de fambly 7. Brer Sutbee, he'll tell ye dat hisse'f (
 ye axes him v
 It was dark, but not dark enough Q hide the whites of Aunt Cisly's rolliD d eyes nor the double row of ivory teet e that showed themselves in a fury ( q laughter.
 h "Whatn' she presently exclaimed
 fairly choking with rage. "You hez q ]. face ter quote Scripter ter me, ye bacl n slidin', whisky-drinkin', crap shootiI h ole sinner, you! You, titled ter q n money I done airned at de washtub whi 70 you layin' 'roun' under de gum tre
 waitin' fur dime, an de chick'ns scratcl e in up de gVardin', an de sweet 'tatel f all in grass! Land O Goshen! Elf ,r wuzn't a lady an Christian 'ooman, I
 bust yer haid open wid 8 rock! Bette n not temp me too fur! Better fotch ou ia dat money mighty quick! You's 'noug ,a to mek de angel Gabrul furgit his 'ligio F. let alone po' colored 'ooman; an eff S in be ez I should furgit, den what? D.
 what, ye grinnin' ole black age, what ,. done may ter sabe fum de wucl ,a house!"
 P, By this time Uncle Saul's sluggis n temper was aroused; and stung by tn rs last cut of her merciless tongue, ,e wrested himself from her grasp, backe g off, and began, defantly:
 "Look a-hyah, ole 'ooman! Look Ia
 you done furgot yer 'ligion already, tai v in yer lawful husband by de scruff ( de naick dat away! 'Tain't no lady ac
 an dem ain'G no lady-words what yc t. done call me! An now you listen n- me! Mebbe I does know whar dat mo-
 ey am, an mebbe l doesn't! But dt e, s'posin' I does, you reck'n I gwine te l, ye?"
 K And he finished with a reckless laugl f. In an instant Annt Cislv uas nnnn hin