San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-12-19
CHAPTER VII

measure when Adrien came home, ex
changing the stately andante Of it
everyday routine for a brisk allegro
movement, expressive of the holiday
spirit of gladness that seized upor
everybody ON and about the premises
Old Dolbear struck the keynote to thu
situation tersely, standing over Sandy
his helper at the stables (Adrien'
home coming meant good deal in the
direction of extra work.
.'You see, boy. it is lax lettin down
the checkreins for all consumed. Miss
Adele, she darsn t be so rigydified bout
givin out pervisions, wen, JUS as LAX
as not, wen the dinner is ready to be
dish up, Mr.. Adr'n yher he come 'lopin
wild three er TO young gent'mens nv
quality, all es hungry es wolfzis An
cook Nancy, she sorter slack up some,
bekase she know Mr.. Adr'n don't favor
6 O'Clock breakfusses, an she kin lay
all her own laziness at his door. An
black Suzanne, she take her own time
cleanin up Nv mawnin's, for there e
such sight uv pickin up arter that boy
that hurTyin is out NV de question. But
nobody amt keerin. Lud, no, sir.
Who's keerin? Not eff he mex work
enough for fo'ty extra hands. An old
mars gov nor, he step roun lively as
you please. lax he want that boy dis
timely onderstan he amt out nv de
ring hissel yit, nur ready to be lay on
de shelf. Nuther is l. f"
With quick transition from colloquial
leniency to judicial severity, Dolbear
laid violent hands ON the piece of har-
ness Sandy was rubbing.
docs you call that clean? Bekase !
begs leave to diffah wild you"
His bushy, gray brows contracted ON
inously as closer scrutiny revealed great
er obliquity ON Sandy's part.
SANDY, you is a low life, trifiin,
good fur nothin, quarter Niger. You
amt with shucks. No, sab. You
amt with the powder it 'ud take
t. blow your saphaid off'n with. An you
spires to wait on Mr. Adr'np'
Sandy did not look at all aspiring at
that moment He seemed to be taking
himself rather seriously, as Dolbear's
denunciation grew in the direction Of
infinite contempt and forcible invec-
tive"
Il p'intedly tole you to bresh up the
drag harness, now, didn' 1, boy? An yher
you is ben wasen a solid hour on the
buggy crupper You is got sight to
learn yit, Sandy-a sight, tell you
You pun kin haid raskil you'll
''W'en the Strongs goes a-co'tin, they
does it in style You needn't trouble
youseff to hitch up airy one horse con-
traption for my wife folks. They is
blue blood quality, that is what the
Strong family is, root an branch, boy.
/ driv' Mr.. Gabriel, Mr.. Adr'n's pappy,
bout wen he was waitin on the ladies,
an we went in style, j tell you, boy.
Mars Gabr'el's gone now, an Mars
Adr'n's havin his day, but ole DolbeaI
amt furgot yit what's fittin in colud
pusson which spires to wait on gent
men NV cibility. You amt much to look
at, Sandy"
Sandy, nowise disconnected by this
sighting personal mention, surveyed
himself gravely, hitched his solitary
suspender farther up on the patched
shoulder of his ragged cotton shirt and
answered with cheerful optimism:
"But / kin fix up some. amt got
no Sunday shoes nur no hat with talkin
bout but nanny wash my yother
shirt yistiday, an / got better pa +
brooches than these yher, them as /
keeps for buryins an baptizin's."
Dolbear waved his hand majestically
II is glad to hear it, Sandy, is glad
to 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. ] reckon them bob
tail mar's'n trample the weeds down
right smart on the road 'twixt our place
an hern. 1t won't be the fus' Strong
ole Dolbear is gone CO tin with. Yher"-
with spasm 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 s 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 YOU
trade and trying to earn your salt. +"
mo time fur foolin, Mars Adr'n.
Some folks wuks they jaws, other folkse'
wuks they elbows Dolbear amt got NJ
time to wuk his jaws. less'n bout grui
time"
81 thought / told you to get hell
about the stables.
"Dar he"-pointing the finger of SCOTT
at Sandy-"darm my he'p eff you is mint
to call him dat. Whar's your manners
nigger?"
Thus violently introduced to publ,
notice, Sandy rose and made shufflin,
movement in Adrien s direction. Liber
ally construed, he might have been salt
| to have bowed.