Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-01-01
The "Kunjerin'" ofSally Ann.
BY DAVID YOUNG.


the express purpose of enjoying my own
society, but scarcely was established
before she arrived. smiling and urbane,
and SO perfectly sure of a welcome as
to be positively exasperating.
"You looked SO lonesome, Miss Mary"
she said, seating herself on the grass,
dat l lowed I'd jne you; faint good
fur young folks ter flock by deyselves,
sides Use in trubble, an 1 wants you
ter wise me.
"Well, what can do for your"
"You kin hep me lot, Miss Mary {;
hits Sally Ann what's in trubble; yes
sum, Sally amt he'd no luck senee de
day she was borned; fus tunnin kittle
of bilin' water over herself when she
warn't no morn baby, den bein'
ruined by COW crossin' thru Gineral
Hethercourt's parsture, an here lately
gwine an gitten 'kunjered' by dat no
count little gal what cooks fur Mister
Legroue."
''Angie?" exclaimed.
"Yessum, an alongst of asquint-eyed
niger what amt with de shot ter kill
him Wild"
''If he's all that" said, "why should
Sally Ann want him?"
miss Mary, dere amt no countin' on
gals; Use lived long time an Use
lunned heap, but Use never construct
ed myself ez ter what gals gwine ter
do! Nathan Lewis, de niger what's
caused all de 'citement, wuz keepin'
cumpny wild Sally (dey was traduced at
de picnic what de Congregation of
Blessed Sinners guy at de grove), an,
SEEM ez Sally amt nothin' on looks an
warn'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 amt he'd no better
renee den ter wife Angie ter supper one
night when Nathan was dere. Well,
Miss Mary, you mayn't believe hit, but
she amt no mon set eyes on dat mig
ger fore she gin ter tract him; SIGH
gwines on I never seed!
"Sally Ann she amt dun muffin but
cry all night, an Hinery he seq ter her
seq he: You got jest what you Starved /;
amt got no more gumption den ter AK
dat gal here. Ireckin you'll know bet
ter mex time Well, Miss Mary, Ma
than amt bin near us sence, 'ceptin'
once, an den twuz ter ak Hinery fur de
loan of a quarter, an Sally Ann she's
bin gwine 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 I, 81 expect Sally is
low spirited and you are too easily
frightened"
mo. ma'am; she's bin 'kunjered;
Monday night de fedders in her piller
wuz cram full of Jumps"
THAT often happens
can larst night she foun' q dade
chicken hade in her bade!"
"The cat took it there, of course; peo-
pie don't conjure each other nova
days"
white folks DONE, Miss Mary, but
niggers duz; an Ise dat trubbled bout
Sally Ann, dat Use pretty nigh 'stracted.
I[inery sez ter me ez he wuz leavin' dis
mornin': PRISCILLA seq he, why don t
you insult Miss Mary? Deere ain't
nothin' she can't do, an eff you splains
ter her de rk'imstances of de case,
low she'll wise somethin' ter set things
straight
Henry overrates my Abilities" I re-
marked (not caring whether Priscilla
understood me or noD, "but I'm willing
to do anything to help you, because
Sally is an honest girl and hate to
think of her being ILL.,"
"An' youse gwine ter help me?"
"Oh, yes; if cam"
"Lor, chile! knows you'll 'complish
somethin', case when you sets your
'tention ter ennything you dom low
yourself ter be beat"
'Well, go away now and leave me to
think about it."
So Priscilla departed, and few min
utes later my cousin, Philip Dean, saun-
tered across the grass to me; in his
aEms he carried something brown and
velvety and altogether lovely.
"For YOU" he said, putting it down
on my knee"
"Oh, Phil" cried, ga setter puppy!
How good of you"
"Well, you know you wanted one."
81 did; but where did you get ?"
Nathan Lewis, a negro whom bailed
out of jail Drunk Saturday night, the
usual thing), brought it to me yester-
day"
Nathan Lewis; and you say he is I'M
der obligations to you?"
eyes," in great surprise.
"rhen he villa do anything for you?"
"No; that doesn't follow"
81 suppose not; but there can be no
harm in trying"
Trying what?" asked Phil. "My
brain moves slowly" ~ -
"Listen," I said, and I hastily mar
rated the story wherein Nathan played
the part of hero and Angie that of the
villain.
swell, upon my word" said he,
"fancy anyone signing for Nathan"
"You forget" I replied, "Sally Ann
amt nothin' ON looks an never he'd no
luck nohow."
'Poor Sally Ann" said Phil.
"Poor indeed" 1 replied.
"Well, look here" said he, "I'll make
bargain with you. Ifyou manage An
gle, I'll see to Nathan"
Every well, shall depend on you."
"Good! Now suppose we talk Of
something else. Did you get those
books l sent your"
That night gave Priscilla small
vial of golden liquid land how could
the recognize Fred's favorite char