The St. Johns herald., 1900-04-28
The aKUnjerin'" OfSally Ann
By DAVID YOUNG.

I THOUGHT it rather hard that Pris
 cilla should follow me to the gar den, whither I had betaken myself fol the express purpose of enjoying my owr society, but scarcely was l established before she arrived. smiling and urbane and so perfectly sure of a welcome al 10 be positively exasperating.
 ''You looked so lonesome, Miss Mary, she said. seating herself on the grass "dat lowed I'd jine you; 'tain't goot fur young folks ter flock by deyselves Sides Fse in trubble, an wants yor ter wise me.
 "Well. what can do for you?"
 "You kin hep me lot. Miss Mary; hits Sally Ann what's in trubble; yes sum. Sally ain't he'd DO luck senee de day she was borned; fus tunnin kitiie of bilin' water over herself when she warn't TO morn a baby, den bein Tunned by a COW crossin' thru Gineral Hethereourt's psrsture, an here lately gwfne an gitten 'kunjered' by dat DC count little gal what cooks fur Mister Legroue."
 "Angie?" I exclaimed.
 "Yessum, an alongst of ofaSquint-eyed 1igger what ain't wuth deshot ter kiU him wid."
 "If he's all that" said, "why should Sally Ann want him?"
 Miss Mary, dere ain't no countin' on gals; I'se lived a long time an rse lunned heap, but I'se never construct ed myself ez ter what gals gwine ter dol Nathan Lewis, de nigger what's caused all de 'citement. wuz keepin' eumpny wid Sally (dey was traduced ai de picnic what de Congregation of Blessed Sinners guy at de grove). an, seein' ez Sally ain't notEin' on looks an warE't likely ter git anoder chance, me an Hinery 'cided ter make no 'jections ter de match.
 Everything wuz gwine on smoovely when Sally Ann ain't he'd no better sence den ter vite Angie ter supper one night when Nathan was dere. We'll, Miss Mary, you mayn't believe hit, but she ain't no mon set eyes on dat nig- ger fore she gin ter tract him; sich gwines on never seedl
 Sally Ann she ain't dun muffin but cry all night. an Hinery he sez ter her sez be: You got jest what you 'sarved; 1; ain't got DO more gumption den ter ax dat gal here. reckin you'll know bet ter nex' time We'll, Miss Mary. Ma than ain't bin near us sence, 'ceptin' once, an den twuz ter ax Hinery fur de loan of quarter, an Sally Ann she's bin gwins roun' like a sick chicken, never talkin' ter nobuddy an not sleep. in an actin so contrary, dat we knows Angles dun 'kunjured' her."
 Nonsense" said l, "I expect Sally is low spirited and you are too easily frightened"
 ~No, ma'am; she's bin kunjered; . Monday night de fedders in her piller wuz cram full of lumps."
 "That often happens"
 "An' larst night she foun' a dade chicken hade in her bade!"
 "The cal took it there, of course; peo- pie don't conjure each other nowa- days"
 White folks don't, Miss Mary, but niggers dug; an Ise dat trubbled bout Sally Ann, dat Ise pretty nigh 'stracted. Hinery sez ter me eZ he wuz leavin' dis mornin': Priscilla sez he, why don't you insult Miss Mary? D'ere ain't nothin' she can't do, an ef you splains ter her de sark'imstances of de ease, 1 low she'll wise somethin' ter set things straight
 Henry overrates my abilities" re- marked (not caring whether Priscilla understood me or not "hut I'm willing to do anything to help you, because Sally is an honest girl and l hate to think of her being ill."
 An youse gwine ter help me?"
 "Oh, yes; if can."
 'Lor, chile! knows you'll 'complish somethin', case when you sets your fention ter ennything you don low yourself ter be beat.''
 Well, go away now and leave me to think about it."
 So Priscilla departed. and few min ctes later my cousin. Philip Dean, saun- tered across the grass to ne; in his
 
 velvety and altogether lovely.
 ''For you" he said, putting it down on my knee"
 "Oh, Phil" cried, ga setter puppyI How good of you"
 Well, you know you wanted one" "l did; but where did you gei it?" Nathan Lewis, negro whom bailed out of jail drunk Saturday night. the usual thing), brought it 10 me yester- day"
 Nathan Lewis; and you say he is un- der obligations to you?"
 "fes. in great surprise.
 Then he wih-do anything for you?' "No; that doesn't follow"
 l suppose Rot; but there can be no harm in trying"
 Frying what?" asked Phil. "My brain moves slowly"
 'Listen.' I said, and hastily mar rated the story wherein Nathan played the part of hero and Angie that of the villain.
 Well. upon my word" said he, 'fancy anyone signing for Nathan" ''You forget" ! replied, Sally Ann ain't nothin' on looks an never he'd no luck nohow."
 "Poor Sally Ana," said Phil. ''Poon indeed" replied.
 'Well. look heEe." said he. 'I'll make bargain with you. fyou manage An