Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1897-03-07

schools-days after his career as SOL
der was ended. He became q lawyer
and the same dash and energy ne as
played as a cavalier carried him readily
to the forefront of his profession.
Eight long years rolled around, and
he was guest at the snug little Inn at
Burkettsvlle.
Boss" said rather an elderly-looking
colored servant of the hotel Gor nassau
was obsolete), Boss, day say you wants
a turnout from dc libry to dribe ober ter
Mr.. Vall's; he's my ole marster." yes
said Frien, get me the best horse ana
buggy" Flyers he, Boss; dis boss mas
done trot three minits a mile; sho did, on
de road at dat. / done wurk my time Ter
day, boss; like to dribe gentmen, may L
go wild yer? Dem fleshpots, whar de Biole
say in Egyp' ain half ser good as ole
mistus es-not half ser good. sab. Yanners
the house" There was the pretty old
fashioned house, sure enough, OF southern
build; pretty in its pure simplicity Ample
grounds, adorned very much as haIuIe
had seen proper to DO.
A shy colored girl answered the door
bell, and made out to give Information
that the members of tho family we're
taking their evening drive-hr. and mrs
Vail one way and the young ladies' the
other.
BOSS, desc young niggahs nowadays
hain't got much sense as dc cans haDi
cyant tell what de knows. Jump IN dc
buggy, sab. and Wen dribe round till de
folks gifts back take yer down heah ter
de race-track, whar de trainin' bosses
san. Dis am good kentry; desc good OLE
fashion people about heyer."
During the drive they met Helen ana
Mary Vail. and the latter, with girllsh
CLEO. exclaimed, III that isn't captain
Friell," and sprang from the carriage 10
grasp his hand. as likewise did MISS
Helen. on their return 10 the house hd-
rnond 0or the driver was none other than
Edmond Vail Of slave days half soillo-
quized and half questioned, "Capn hrieh'
Capn Friell."
IL is a fact that much Of the poetry ana
sentiment which connect the institutions
and civilization OF the South or the past
and present is centered about the slave
time darby. Many Of the ballads or the
South, which have now become national,
were inspired by the inherent pathos OF
this truly kind-hearted race.
"Whar's you frum, Cap'nY' virginia,
responded Friell. 'Vuhginny? How'd
dat little gyerl know yer ser wen? May
be Miss Helen's got yer potograf, whar
do little un knowed yer by? Is you de
Officer; dat little boy officer, what was
VIII dat man berred in de guarding, when
he's got shot?' Yes" "Great Gawdl
Mistus prayed fur yer ebry nite durin'
de wah, after dat Miss Helen, she neb-
Der stop talkin' bout yer You back
hyer agin? Wizard in see dem sense
den?" down in Florida last winter.
while hunting" said FrielL Dare, now!
OATS what ] sed Cap'n, sot by dat
po man what got shot TIL hes last
breff. Dat was fine man. Ebry time
he hyherd yer voice heb open hes eye
and try to speak, sho, he wanted TO
send wurd home; he pinted 70 de sun
as # sot. les like dat was de way 10 he's
home. seein' desc cyarigis dribe up hyer
jes 20, minds me when l used ter dribe
TO DO plantations, in ole Vuhginny
takin' young marsters and mistresses 10
dem ole dances. Dem folks was SO
purity, so purity. Good Lawd! pray
ebry mite for dem ole times agin"
The next time Malcolm Friell went
back to the Vail home Miss Helen and
Uncle" Edmond accompanied him TO
Virginia. SAMUEL CECIL GRAHAM.