Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-12-09
A KNOT OF JASMINE.

ID UN away Suze, love, an don't
N be stealin' mumma's ralsins.
Look here, my little gel" said the wom-
IN, smiling at the child, there wont
be none left ter put in the duff fer
daddy's dinner tomorrow"
Civ us han'ful, mumma, an Suzie
won't bother yer no more" said the
child, coaxingly, holding out chubby
brown hand, and jerking her pink sun
bonnet to the back of her head.
Such winsome, dimpled, little
creature she was, in her short pink
frock, bare-armed, bare-legged, and
brown as a berry, with tangle of
yellow hair and bright blue eyes as
she stood there smiling at her mother.
her moist red lips parted, and showing
a row OF milk-white teeth
"There. now, Suze, run to yer dad a
bit, he's asleep under the wagon" said
the woman, as she filed the child's
hands. "Bill, will ye have an eye to
the child?" she shouted.
"Aye, aye, mussus," a sleepy voice
answered from under the wagon,
where Bill Jolley, hawker and carrier,
lay with a newspaper over his face,
doing Off the effects of the township
tanglefoot.
"Come ere, Suze; come an stay
alongside o. yer old daddy" He settled
himself comfortable and turned lazily
on his other side. Little Suze had
pulled wisp of shivery grass as she
came along, and she slyly began tick
ling the back of her fathers neck.
"t,ow then, Suze, quit that there
thicklin', dye hear, yer young noos-
ance YER" said the man good-natured-
ly.
"If I'm n noosance,' pouted Suze,
"wot did yer have me fer, dad? sides,
/ amt a noosance; ants is a noosance,
cause they bite like fun; goanners is
a noosance, SOS snakes an bulzhies,
an dingoes; but little gels ain't no
noosance," said Suze, shaking her head
wisely. II didn't ask yer ter have me
God sent me, mun>ma told me-"
"Some little gels | know is rum
little beggars," said Bill Jolley, rolling
over. and fitting his hat to look at the
child, "but you amt bad little stick,
takin' yer by and large. Look ere
Suze, YOU go an cut a branch off that
strychnine bush over there, my GEL
an keep the buzzflies off O yer poor
old daddy while he has snooze."
Little Suze ran to the edge Of the
river, and came back carrying glossy
green branch. She sat down patiently
and tapped away the flies till her
sturdy little brown wrists were tired
Bill Jolley was snoring in the shade
of the cart as the sun went down.
Little suze lifted his hat gently and
peered into his face.
"There amt no flies on dad now, an
I'm awful tired-'sides he's fast asleep.
Shoe; garn out o. that, you ugly old
ooanna, an don't come 'sturbin' my
dad-if you had dad ter fan ter sleep
~<er'd give little gels like me Barcoo
bstort. Ny dads awful sleepy to-day
MrS.ma says it's tanglefoot what
makes him sleepy, but dad says it's
swipes. Wonder what swipes is. !
say. dad, yer don't want yer little gei
ter stay here no more? Do yer, dad?
Do yer, dad? /Sere now, I've asked
him three AN he never said
nothin'. so III GO an have play with
INV bald-headed child" Sue went to a
hollow tree. From it she produced an
armful OF cardboard boxes, and bat
tered wax doll, with no hair on.
"Was yer lonely without yer moth
or bald.headed chid?" said Suze,
fondling the doll; "cause yer see had
70 fan my daddy ter sleep. Daddies
Is such noosances, bald-headed child
Don,t YOU never buy no daddies; you
have God for n big daddy. When go
IN God I'll take you with me, an youI!
have wings same s me, an your hairll
grow long again, an so curly. Moth
erll be an angel too, an soll daddy
but he won't get no tobacco and tan
glefoot up there; he'll be yarded up
leenin' his feather wings clean, an
nlayin' tunes on n gold harp like a
GOOD 'un. Stay there bit, bald-head-
ed child, an I'll make you castle on
he road, where it'll stand without
tumbljn' down. There amt no humpe-
ty.bumpetys on the road like there is
on the grass. You lie there awhile my