The times., 1898-09-18
The House THAI Jack BUM


us like a mother and worked for US like
a slave. / suppose there's no use my
denying she is black, but 1 have my
doubts as to whether any of the daugh-
tiers of Jerusalem were half so beautiful
as she.
She was ironing in the summer kitchen
IA detached log affair chinked with clay.
The floor was of hard broRn earth and
the rafters We're as gaunt and bare as
the very ribs OF time
Aunt Randy herself is ponderous crea-
ture, with skin the color of a well-cured
tobacco leaf and heart as simple as
child
Del law, honey" she chuckled. You
tell Miss Rosy / amt gwine ter stop at
no tame red ner blue. / wants 'em mixed
wifi mellowin rash er yaller. Lilies an
sech mout do fer white folks, but glib me
sunfiowers an. hillyhocks ebry day In de
yeah. An tell her 10 pick out er one with
plads an stripes bofe. has great mi
ration fer plads, but stripes is powful
fetchin. Pears ter me I'm been dead sot
on banneranna handkchers eber sence
Pomp took a shine ter dat young culled
sassbox yo' gran'paw brought outen
Georgia. ter wait on yo' Aunt Tidy. Dat
was when yo' nav fus' mahied an come
heah ter lib. Bimeby, dat gal got drown
ded wild Miss Tidy in de Ohio ribber, an
amt cher ben sorry one time yet, nah
indeedy. Hi, you Linkum.' (this to one of
swarm of black mites grinning around
me in the doorway How dah yo' sot
yo'sef on dat do sill when yo' Miss Bette
am standin' in yo all's gramraah's kitch-
en-, sub? Yo, clar out to de spring dis
inkstunt an fotch her code er fresh
water-an mine what done tell yo bout
yo' fums-'
Aunt Randy waddled to the huge fire.
place, glowing with chunks of pine, and
picking up hot iron from the hearth,
waddled back prime for a gossip.
Miss Rosy gwine be done wib bo odin'
school right smart soon, now honey-spec'
she tuhn roun' an cry, all de same ez
squinch owl in de pines when she heah
tel marse he'd gwine off yander- Des
sutny am quah wull, Miss Betty; it
sutny am. Ole marse didn't think nothin'
on de top er de yearth was good nuff for
de ladies. in his day, en- now look at yuh
- Lawd in Heben' des look at yuh-"
IF it wasn't for poor little Rosy, it
wouldn't be half so bad. Ned and I can
rough it, but"
What dat you tellin' me?" she inter-
rupted. folding sheet with a snap 1T
makes des as much diffunce bout you
and dat boy ez 1t duz bout Rosy, chile
Pears ter me she had all de vantages er
de family in yo MANS time an you an
Marse Ned ben spilin' her eber sence
Pears ter me dats robbin Marse Petah
ter pay Marse Pawl-pears teh me so.
amt furgit yo' Aunt Tildy; pizen proud
dat gal wuz, an yo' grampaw he des
made evey niggah on dish yer fahm
mind huh like she wuz de mistuss stead
oh ole miss Done fotch dat water at las
hab yah? Now astle yo sef out ter de
wood pile an bring me load er bresh
fun de fiah''
The patient Lincoln gave a needed hitch
TO his suggestion of trousers and van
ished behind the house, followed by the
swarm
''Yo' Aunt Tidy warnt fond of yo'
! NAV. She sot huhsef at de head Of de
table an when any oh de cullud folks
come an AK fuh de Mistuss. she up
quick and say. Ne She make yo' gram
paw cut down dem tall popular trees
down yander at de gate, cause yo' nav
| particular loved EN-, an when she found
| dat de poor little crittuh tok natchelly
/ ter de fine chaney dat cum ober wild de
| family in wib Noahs Ark. she lock IL ,In
/ In de ole cedah chist in de garet. an
! den she turn roun' an fling de key in de
| crick. Nemmine, she know what ii was
| TO get wet huhsef. atterwards-deed did
| she! So you an Marse Ned amt got no
call to spile Miss Rosy, cause she's a
| kinder nice little chile Whar's dat
! Simpkin? Don't yo' heah yo' little fiict-
! ed bruver cryin' fun yo', sub? Come heah
dis instunt, an tote him outn de guard
| en-, an let him lay on the grass"
With a grunt, Aunt Randy stooped
| down and brought TO light black atom
with crumpied up legs. who had been
fast asleep in starch box. First she
6ombarded it with motherly kisses and
| thsn putting a bit of cold ash cake in its