The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-09-02

A mild degree of order at last prevailed,
and the old man began.
zone, two, thee, TO, flbe, six, seben,
eight, nine, ten. Dere amt only ten"
"Dawter be leben, suah," said Sister
Calline "Oh, what gwine ter dor
"I'll coun' 'um ober agin," said the old
man kindly.
Sister Calline wiped away her tears.
"You am so kind, mistah. / knowed
you was a good man when Brer Martin
tole me ter keep long er you on der train. p"
"An l knowed you was IA good woman
when Brer Martin tole me- You take good
ca o. Sister Calline, says he. Now I'll
eoun' 'um agin."
zone, two thee" and so on. They
went over and over this, but by no leger-
domain of counting could ten be made
eleven.
Sister Calline grew more and more dis
tresscd and was just breaking into hyster-
ical sobs when the train whistled at the
next station below.
They both sprang up, and Calline
screamed TO the children, who came flying
across the track like flock of wild black
birds.
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.
Bonner and blixen! What do you
| mean, woman
"I'ze got 'leben chill en-" groaned Sister
| Calline, ian dis genelman has coun'ed
'um ober an ober un dere amt 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 mn He pulled
| forth his book hurriedly and turned over
| the pages.
pass Calline Jackson and eleven chill
| dren"
He glanced over the huddle of black,
| bobbing heads and back at the woman.
His eye fell on the bundle in her arms.
| "Great Jovel What's the matter with
the baby making eleven?"
There were roars of laughter and much
waving Of hats and handkerchiefs as the
train moved out.
"You done coun'ed um wrong, mistah
said Sister Calline, looking up reproach-
fully ut the old man.
SIS dey all hyarf" he asked with dignity.
"Co'se dey's all hyar.'
"Den don't dat pintedly show dat
counted um right"
Sister Calline's dark countenance wor'
troubled expression, but as they wen
along the piny woods road toward Kent
Vile 1t gradually cleared up, and wher
| they came in sight of Kent Hall IL wa
beaming.
.'Dere's de cunnel," said uncle, pointing
| to a gentleman dressed In white duel
suit who sat comfortably in big armchai
on the gallery.
"He's one o. de ars. You jes wait her
| a spell ontell 1 go an tell him.
"Well, " said Colonel Kent good natured
| ", laying down his newspaper, what
it, Uncle Dick"
"I'ze jes' come ter tell you, cunnel, da
I'ze foun a good woman dat laks the bes
in the world, an we's fixed our minis ola
we'll marry fore long. We rcckons tel
night is de bes' time. D."
"Marryl Good Lord, f" said the colonel
astonished. .'Such an old fellow as 20
areY''
II is ole, fer fac, mas'r, but Pze live
alone nine years, an it's mighty lone
some"-
That's so" said the colonel kindly.
"An pears like can't stan it no Longer
| An Sister Jackson needs husband Il
i 49,
chil'en an none OBJ 'em missin, coun' i
um right.
Eleven! How In the name of Genera
| Jackson are you going tn take care of eleN
en- children"
"Dey's gwine take ca o. me, mas T,
said the old man eagerly. "Dey's might
peart chil'en mighty peart, an dcy kin pic
heap oh cotton an hoe con an taters n
, | weed in de garden an do power oh ode
, | turns"
> The curiously wizened old face shone q
| If he had Just come into n fortune
IAN, cunnel, he went on, TIE gitti
| too ole ter wuk much, an thinks my NEE
| in up wild Sister Callinc is IA special prov
erdence wants ter git de Grafton rou
soon dat dere's gwine ter be weddin dow
, ter my lii house ternight
. "Go ahead then, laughed the colone
"The missis will have cake baked f
you, and, by George, it'll have to be bi
one to go round.
The cake was baked in the big iron bal
kettle of antebellum associations and the
= was festival in the cabin down by q
| creek which lasted into the small hours.
New York Tribune.