The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-10

| Inc Dig letters at the top reads
'Oon- Com Con-"
"Confound it! 'Contraptionl'
"Shet up, boys. You is altogether to-
brightly"
A resonant maternal cuff accompa
MED this rebuke. The interruption haC
been valuable to Suzanne. She resumed
glibly: Confederate states of Amer
lea. Rat-ratyfercation meeting
She heaved sigh of relief It wal
tougher work than she had anticipated
but she proceeded under the cheering
conviction that she had tided over the
worst
" Proceedings of large meeting OF
the citizens of Sessumsport, without
distinction of former party lines, held
at the courthouse in Sessumsport Satur-
day, February 10, 1861.
1--WE all knows that much already.
Unc' Dolbear dirty ole mars to the cote
house hisseff. don't hear nuthin bout
us folks i'll that"
This was discouraging. Suzanne put
a hand up to her turban with disarrang-
ing effect.
But ii is bout we all, all the same.
I'm comm to it. Mebbe didn't begin
at the right place. Here! Ireckon l got
it this time:
That we are ready and willing to
support by arms and otherwise our state
and southern c-o-n-confedracee, and
that we yield precedence in patriotism
to the people of no other county of this
or any other southern state. 4"
well, what den?"
Suzanne looked up timorously at a
stolid and unmoved audience Somehow
the printed words looked black and
meaningless when she spelled them out
so laboriously. And yet they were the
same words that had stirred Mr.. Adrien
to such a pitch Of joyous excitement
and the old master to an equally excited
pitch of lugubrious prophecy.
Sam Bates had taken advantage of
the diversion to empty the jug provided
for general refreshment and had reeled
out of the hall in condition of glori-
GUS responsibility, scraping his bow
over the strings of his instrument to
the air of We'll dance all night, till
broad daylight, and 90 home wild the
gals in the mornin.
Sandy had followed his example,
pocketing his sighted bones with
grimace of disgust bestowed upon Su
zanpe, and one verbal Parthian dart:
"Them that willin to stan roun like
a gander on one foot while Sue is root
in roun fur her news is welcome to stay
I'ze gwine home"
Suzanne flung the paper from her
tempestuously, but Immediately recov
cred it with jerk.
plague on the paper! You is all a
passed. NV gumps. JUS cause | can't
read thing off as glib as them that's
wife and ben studyin books all they
lives you all don b'lieve there's moth.
in in it. / kin tell it eff can { find it in
the paper. It's there, though, she
concluded obstinately, as she slapped
the paper angrily with her forefinger.
well, tell it then
''I'm gettin sleepy"
Gan the torches is mos flared they |
SETS out. ~
1.-The wife folks is goin to fight. |
They's goin to fight bout we all They
goin to fight to mex us free. Suzanne |
looked about her triumphantly.
Free" 1t was a full, deep, ques-
tioning chorus
Eyes, free. Free as the birds of |
the ar. Nobody to say go, and you got |
TO go. Nobody to say stay, lax you was
4 horse wild a curb bit in your mouth, |
md you got to stay. Free to go when |
you like and whar you like. Free to |
stay in bed tell 10 o'clock in de mornin |
f you min ter and den git up and
eek your own time bout things gin raj
y.
An incredulous laugh rewarded black |
Suzanne's efforts TO fire the souls of her |
people with the joyous hope that was
wen then making her own pulses bound !
furiously.
You don't b'lieve me yet. But,
hank God, that won't keep it from
,omin, won't keep it from comm Clio.
y halleluiah, it's comm, comm, com
nl'
She was swaying to and fro with
'hythmic grace, her long, pallid hands
,lasped above her gay turban, her great |
ustrous eyes fastened upon the cobweb.
,ed, time blackened rafters overhead
Freedom, it's comin Comm TO me
md a-comin to you! Freedom. it's a
,omin Sent from de skyes abovel"
1t meant nothing to them, that alb
tract idea of freedom. 1t was an emp
y, mystic sound to that herd of laugh
ng, well fed, care free slaves 1t was,
II its essence, an impalpable good they
we're too gross to grasp Suzanne might
lave read that edition of the Sessums-
,ort Herald to them with the utmost
luency and emphasis without stirring
hem to anything more appreciative
han derisive laugh or testing taunt.
But the swaying grace of the tall, 1.-the
orm under the expiring pine torch, the
hythmic melody OF that monotonous
liant, in which the word freedom re-
'urred' again and again, stirred their
faculties to an emulous pitch,
md the festivities of the earlier hours
gradually waxed into psean TO liber-