Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-11-28

copyrighted 1900; Daily Story Pub Coz
Uncle Pete was sparkling ''Sist' Mourn
IN after the most approved style of
s'ciety. But the stream of his amatory
eloquence could not be expected to furn-
ish a perpetual flow; so. in the intervals,
they whiled away the time with choice
bits of local gossips to which Sist'
Mournin' was in no wise averse. OF
course. Uncle Pete was not interested in
the ~gossip-what man ever was? He
merely INDUCED in it to please his lady
love.
They drifted into church matters
which, by the way. was not Always a
safe subject with the loving rair, seeing
that Brother Peter was a Baptist-a
deep water Baptist-and Sist' Mournin'
was an equally loyal Methodist. Indeed,
she was the disconsolate widow of a PIE
sidin' elder.
"By the way, Miss Mournin'," said I'm
Gle Peter, kin yO' tell de circumstances
what led t. de student Illumination O
de 'vival %suvvices at yo' meetin' house?
Use hyerd fust one an den ernudder-but
I amt nebber felt lax Use reache
bottom o. de mattah. Now, I know it's
yosef dat is pared to- norate de whole
bizness, seein' dat Brudde Hawkins, yo'
preacher bodies wild yo'. Would yo' min
tellin' a fren'-here Uncle Peter slipped
his arm i~nsinuatingly around Sist'
Mournin' ample waist-"would yo' min
tellin' a fren' de berry bottomes' Jacks in
de case?"
I'm co'se l would'n'. but 70 I gins, yO'
bettah git dat aim O. yohn back in hits
place 70 you halter git de doctah t set
hit" said Sist' Mournin' archly.
-. S ia -a Ist
knows hits bizness an doan need no.
structions fun de ladies. Perceed, Miss
Mournin' what wer' hi dat broke VI de
meetin' at Zion Chapel?"
'Hit wer' 'bou tdis a way'-began Sist'
Mournin' with gusto-''atter de meetin'
bin goin' on bout six weeks an run
min ez slick ez CREASED lightin', wild de
mourners a m%ournin, an de saints a
'jicin'-dat littP bandy-shank Baptist
preacher"-here Uncle Pete's arm visl-
bly, relaxed it's hold)-'he git so jealyous
OBJ Duh floks he couldn' skacely hor his
self on de groun'. Case ebberbody
knows he amt nebber had no mourners,
nur no 'vivals nur no nuthin' at his oil
dried up church! So he gifts up in his
pra'r meetin' one night, he did-yo' mout
not bin dere but he done done hit--an' he
low dat 'twa'nt no maracle bout de
IVA dl ZAloH Si"PSA IN ALL Nf
hiteasy huff"
".How am hit, Brudder?' axes OIL
'Ras' Simpson what's allus SO uupity.
why, hits dis a way says de Bap-
tiss' preacher-'by de time dey gifts de
him eend O. de moruner' bench en-
verted, de fore eend done back-slide-an
Ground LAX de boss in de bark mill; an
OATS what keep de 'vival runnin',' OATS
what dat fow-life Baptist niger said"
Uncle Pete opened his mouth to utter
a defense for his minister; but by his
time Sist' Mournin's feelings were thor
oughly aroused and the torrent of her
eloquence could not be stemmed.
"Oh, he sho' said hit, Brudder Peter"
she continued, IAN de suckcumstance
dat yo' nebber hyerd i'm doan change
de Jacks in de case. He said hit an he
dassent d'ny hit. An after sayin' dat.
what you reckon dat white-eyed niger
Go? Did'n he mach into Zion Chapel de
berry next night lOokin' lax sugah
wouldn't melt in he's mouf. an did'n he
amen at ebber whip stitch? l seed Brud-
der Hawkins, Duh preacher, light he's
eye on i'm, an whisper to Sist' Rushton
what set next t me-
"'Dere's gwine be rubble in Gle camp
sho's yo' Dawn. Yo' jish watch!
"Bimeby. when tings wer' gittin, putty
libby an dat BaptlSt preacher HO an
pdfishus, beatin' de mohners on de back
.speshully the young sisters) Brudder
Hankins look lax he jis' couldn' stan hit
no longah, an he up an said, he did. dat
de Baptis 'Brudder what seem to be
'joyin' hisself so much up at dat TO eend
o. de mohner's bench, bettah Leah befo'
he rech de him eend lessen he mout
back-slide.'
Den de Baptis' preacher he riz up
pffen he's knees whah he was confortin'
n mohner, m stan up pow'ful stiff, an
say
".Dis am de house % Gawd. an I'll
dat mohner's bench. jist as | see fitten,
an I dare IN litP Jackleg Methods
preacher t. help hisself.'
'Den Brudder Hankins let fly at i'm
Nid de Hymn book, an one o de stew
ards come at i'm wild &c lig Bible, an
effen some O. his own membahs madden
rome t. de resssycue, dere Wouldn ben
a kink o. dat nigger's wool lef. But de
Baptist dey TUX hit up, an tWa'n't no
time till hit We're Baptists an Methodists
up an down ober an under. An re
mohners got up fun re mohners' bench,
an pitch in as big as de res, an de like
o. dat night neber is ben seed in Zion
Chapel. De mex day de high sheriff he
gifts out a writ fur bof de preachers an
bout half de membahs fur 'sturbin' de
peace an stop de meetin' wild one o dem
tings what he called a Conjunction!'
Uncle Pete's Baptist symrathies had