The Princeton union., 1900-03-29

bird nest? Don't you know nobody by
the name O. Fanshaw never stood on q
! level with them sort O. felix's? Eff 7
| went up thar on business, or ma, or pa
or either of the gals went to sell 'em
eggs or socks, wouldn't we go to the
back door, like all the rest of our sort:
Why, Ron, jest now you was a settin
lcross-legged on the coloners piazza a.
smokin' one of his seegars like a priv
ileged character. Ha, ha, don't know
how it knocked the wind out of met"
Ronald, his face dark and his brow
lowering, found himself reduced to say
| ing:
II hope you won't mention it at home,
Dave.''
His brother stared at him curiously.
You know I can hold my tongue"
he said. Il wouldn't 20 round shootin7
off my mouth about thing like that
for anything. The colonel would shoot
the top o'my head Off; he's wheel hoss,
I tell you.''
Ronald brought him to stop in the
center of the road.
Dave, do you really think we are 50
degraded as that?''
The burly fellow shrugged his shout
ders.
I'VE are as good, reckon, as the gen
eral run of our own Sort" was his an
swer, and he smiled so broadly that q
brown tobacco quid showed between.
his big yellow teeth, "but, as the fellow
said: Dang the sort.' I reckon the:
Almighty made US out O. scraps when
He was too tired to watch what He
was doin'. reckon we are some bet
tern cornfield nigger, but we'd jest
be blind to our own imperfections Ell
we didn't admit that thar is folks as
much higher'n us as we are higher'n
tadpoles''
THAT is a dangerous philosophy.
David y protested Ronald, deeply stung
ny his brothers words. "f you ever ex-
pect to rise in the world, you must re-
memberTkeep the idea always before
you-that a man is what he makes him
self.''
"Shucks, thar hain't word o. thas
So" grunted David. 'Col. Hasbrookeis
our big man, an he hain't what he
made hisse'f. His father owned 6OG
slaves, an land enough TO start re
public on, an government bonds, an
storehouses in Atlanta, an what not
No, the colonel is sample O. what his.
daddy done fur i'm; you can bet yore
sweet life on that! An as fur tha t mat
ter, men you is jest what Jade Fan
shaw has made out'n US. tell YOU.
blood has got lots to do with it. Col.
Hasbrooke's father fit in the Mexican
war, an the colonel stuck hisse'f I'D t.
be shot at in defense O. his niggers ir
the civil war, but Jade Fanshaw's daddy
before i'm was sent up fur house
breakin, an instead O. shoulderin' his
musket to drive the yelpin' Yanks out
O. the south Jade hid in the mountains
up in Tennessee, an turned bush
whacker, an lived on what he could
rob from helpless women an Children.
l hope nobody round heer won't fint.
all that out. We've got black eye
enough, as it is.''
Il always try to forget that" sighed
Ronald.
"Ah, my honey!" calculated the un-
couth philosopher, in triumphans
tone, 'but Col. Hasbrooke don't try to
forget nothin' his daddy did. Not on
yore tin type! I've heerd he has his
pas uniform in big glass case, an a
picture Of i'm on a hoss in full tilt after
the. enemy. They say the old felle.,
tit like a tiger cub with one yeer shot
on as clean as baby's belly, an 3
piece OF cannon-ball as big as a saucer
in his shoulder; they say Jest as he
was expirin' 3 fener bent over i'm an
his last kick landed in his bread-baske,,
an doubled i'm up like razor. All.
come OF, you needn't argue with me,
Ron!"
Ihe listener to this frowned, as he
swung his basket to and fro, but he
did not want to be misunderstood by
his brother.
What I mean, David, is that if 3
young man really has it in him, and will
study hard enough, he can climb to
the highest rung Of the ladder of sue
cess" .
Dave laughed loudly for fully a min
ute, then he said:
Your ladder would have to be stou,
to hold up all creation, fur the
minute you begun to mount all four
OF themoverweights at our house would
start after you, an they'd stick to Won.
ef they saw you on the climb-they.
would eff they fell an smashed the'rseis
into a jelly. Huh! I'd "a, run for
president myself long ago, but / don.t
IKE the idea O them three in low.