The Newtown bee., 1896-11-20

Us too late. You'll be skeert sho 'nough rereckIy."
 "Who? Me? Me skeert? Me skeert count O ole Sis Beauchump?" retorted the hardened sinner. Nav, indeedy l done knowed dat ole 0Oman too long. She a-prophesyin! Who eber heerd o -he-prophets: Dat what 1 wan know. De prophets wuz men, I tell ye, ev'y las one on 'em, Am dey's all daid and bur jed desc many ye'rs. Amt no use fur prophets desc days, People got a heap mo sense dan dey he'd dem Bible times. Sides, he added maliciously, 'ef dey vuz prophets it d take mo' n hystriky ole female nigger 'ooman to skeer me" ''Ye better he'd be slIeert den. " repeat cd Aunt Csly, wrathfully. "Go' time gittn mighty short, ole man! Fo' all you know if might be right hyah, dis minute ]! An ef so be ez it wuz, whar'd ye be den, ve blasphemin' ,sti11 neecked ole buzzard !? Better hump yesef, an lock de hen. house do, an lay de fire under de big kittIe fo' it gifts any darker. rse got to be washin', by sun-up. l is--seein as got 8 trtltn' ole nigger on my hans to feed?"
 Uncle Saul was not sensitive. Beside, | the consciousness of having married the best cook in the county sufticed to de prive of their sting the opprobious cpl thets that were his daily portion. So, as his bettcr-half, still muttering, entered the cabin, the old man yawned. stretched himself tentatively, and, rising stiftly, started off around the cabin to do the chores assigned to him. Once on the way he stopped and applied his eye to 8 chink between the logs.
 "'Leben dollars an fo'teen cents," he chuckled, AS he went on; "yas, honey Dat so. Dat right to a cent!"
 A moment later a musical whistle was heard, and boy of about 12 years came lightly up the path, big basket poised upon his head. The little clothing he wore was whole and clean, and the round black face under the basket beamed witt intelligence and good humOr.
 As Aunt CisIy hurried from the cabin and helped to place the heavy :basket or the porch, her broad face shone witt motherly love and pride. It was easy tC see that this child of her first marriage was the very apple of her eye.
 "WheW!" exclaimed the boy, as ht sank upon the step; ''hottegt day yit People say it's the same kind O weather it was before the big cycIoner' 1 Sister Beauchamp was no exception tt the rule concerning the ''prophet in hi own country" but as she recalled thu old woman's recent appearance and DOT tentious words Aunt Cisly was agail thrilled with fear.
 ''Land, honey 7" she said with troub led glance upward, II cert'n'y does hop dey ain'J nothin' lak that a-comin' on 7
 But not a cloud disturbed the deel azure of the summer sky. The star shone on sereneIy, and the leaves of th big gum tree, that shaded the cabin, hung quite motionless.
 "Where's Unc' SauI?'' asked the boy presently, as he slipped the cool butter milk hls mother had brought him.
 "Gittin' de fire ready under de big kit tie, ef he ain't fell asleep by de way" an swered his mother, grumpily.
 Abraham Lincoln smiled. ''Here nanny! Here's the money fur the wash cep'n what done took out-what I tool out'-he repeated, correcting himself ''to pay for the coffee an the sugar. An schools goin' to take in the third Monda, in September"
 "Dat's all right, honey '" his mothe said, lowering her voice to a whisper "I'II hab de money fur yer close, al books, an ev'ything by dat time. Dey' 'leben dollars an fo'teen cents in de boz nox now, an dis makes-lemme see! tel an five is fifteen"-
 'eThere's 87 cents there, Mammy," in terposed the boy in the same cautious tone; ''an' that makes 'zactly twelve dol lars an one cent"
 "You cert'p'y is quick at fggera Ab'um?" said his mother, admiringly "Now I'll des tek an put dis yer wid q, I res 'fo' de ole man comes imp
 She went into the cabin. Abraham Lincoln threw himself fiat on his back il the grass, and fell into contemplation 0 the starry heavens, In the midst of aucI extraordinary astronomical operations a are apt to arise in the primitive mind a such times he was startled by a hoara cry, and springing up saw his mothe