The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-02

at, Sandy"
Sandy, nowise disconnected by thi
slighting personal mention. surveyed
himself gravely. hitched his solitary
suspcnder farther up on the patched
shoulder of his ragged cotton shirt and
answered with cheerful optimism:
"But l kin fix up some i amt got
no Sunday shoes nur no hat with talkin
bout, but nanny wash my yotheI
shirt yistiday, an l got a better pa
breeches than these yher, them as
Keeps for buryins an baptizin'
Dolbear waved his hand majestically.
81 is glad to hear it, Sandy, is glad
70 hear it, but you needn' 'sturb youseff.
Mr.. Adr'n is already signify that the
bobtail mars an the drag an ole Dol
bear is good 'nough to git him over the
road in style to Mis- Chambliss' place.
Miss Amy done come home. Miss Amy.
she's ole Mis- Chambliss' onlies' gal,
an she'll be rich as Shorthorn cream
some Nv these days. i reckon them bob
| tail marsh trample the weeds down
right smart on the road 'twixt our place
an hen. 1t won't be the fus' Strong
ole Dolbcar is gone CO tin with. Yher"-
with spasn of conscientious energy
''you chuckle head calf, git to work ON
dem harness.
The fragrance of good cigar. fol-
lowed by quick. firm football perhaps
had something to do with this newborn
zeal. Adrien $ slender figure was framed
in the doorway of the harness room the
next second.
"Why, Uncle Dol, you are rubbing
away as if you were just learning your
trade and trying to earn your salt. :"
mo time fur foolin, Mars Adr'n.
Some folks wuks they jaws, other folkses
wuks they elbows. Dolbear amt got no
time to wuk his jaws, less'n bout grub
time.
Il thought I told you to get help
about the stables.
"Dar he'-pointing the finger of scorn
ut Sandy-'darm my he p eff you is mind
10 call him dat. Whar's your manners,
niggcr?"
Thus violently introduced to public
notice, Sandy rose and made shutting
movement in Adrien S direction. Liber-
ally construed, he might have been said
to have bowed.
There was an air of vague uncertain
ty about all of Sandy's performances,
~ certain shy tentativeness as if the
willing spirit located somewhere within
his uncared for little body was sadly
conscious of the flesh IS weakness He
was approaching manhood positive of
but one thing-that it was impossible
for him to escape condemnation from
aome one at every turn Of his existence.
Hence certain unrcsentful acceptance
of Dolbear's tart criticism. AS he
shuffied forward to where Adrien, re-
splendent in drab velveteen shooting
clothes, stood regarding him with coolly |
investigative eyes, his own were lifted
deprecatingly as he ventured shy salu-
tation.
"Howdy, Mars Adr'n? is monty glad |
to see you ag' in.
Furtively he was rubbing his be- |
grimed right hand along the leg of his |
ragged trousers. II Mr. Adrien should |
handshake, he wanted to be
found in complete readiness.
But Adrien s ivory white hands, with
their carefully pruned pink nails, were
clasped about the stock and the muzzle
OF the gun at rest across his shoulders. /
He flung nod and smile at the boy.
The smile was bright and the nod
friendly. Sandy, the uncritical starve-
ling, appropriated them gratefully and
grew bold.
Il is got pup for you, Mars Adr'n-
. rale setter pup. She ready fur to be
trained right now. l ben savin her fur
you A setter pup he is. -
"A setter? The very thing! l am go.
ing to look for some birds this morning.
sandy, and there isn't dog but Mar
tins old collie up at the house. l can
give her her first lesson this morning "
Sandy waxed descriptive under this
genial warmth of appreciation.
Her is ole Dido's pup an Hero is
ler's daddy. Wen you went away to
school, ole mars sent ole Dido down
20 mammy's house an tole me to tex
Seer er her, an us did, but her die all
he same. Her die six months ago. Her
vas wore out nanny say but her lef'
passed. er pups, an nanny she drown
EN- all but one, an she say mus raise
lit fur you. Us name her Say Jane,
IN her is got three wife foots, jis' lax
lie Hero. Her is mighty smart, Mars
Adr'n, but her don't know nothin-
lothin tall. +"
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