The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1901-09-06

OBJ my 'fection fob her. an dere wus |,
awon'erin how to git good chaunee
to say: Miss Rebecca. ma'am' Tin 2
high. squeaky. falsetto, which convuls-
ed Lucy and Tom is you willin to cas-
in yoh lot wild mine in dish yearthly
pilgermage? l mos Is serb seben
yeahs fob you, lex Marse Jacob do fob
Miss Rachel, an hit gettin pooty heaby
wohk.' Still the chaunce neber seem
to come. Marse George. he say to me,
Bob he say. 'yoh is gittin 10 be n
pow'ful quiet cuss. What on de yearth
ailin you desc daysT But des laugh
hit off an wait on him so good twell he
fo'git all bout de mattah in his own
'fahs, 'kase Marse George doin some
pooty tall co'tin OBJ his own in dem
days, an he don seem to hab no OBJ
s'rashuns tow'ds yother pussen's trou
bles.
"Well, the days wear on, an things
dom git no bettah. Me an Marse
George bofe git so dumpty dat dey aim
no use talkin. Ebery time Marse
George come in an des frow his boots
clean 'crost de fio' | des would pintally
know dat Miss Dorothy Cyarter, on de
neighborin plantation. done been fOut-
in him gin. an my hear; des would lex
to bus wild feelin so achified foh him.
"Den Miss Rebecca." said Uncle BOZ
in a mincing. ironical tone, '.all OBJ q
sudden commence to glib me de flout ar
ac' more curusser dan eber. while tc
crown all she commence goin wild q
yaller nigger, name Joe. Hit des 'peak
lex, den, when feels lex hab de cou'
age oh ten lines. dat | couldn' git nc
chaunce to pop de question to dat gal
no way. She des pintally wouldn' git
me no shown! Well, | come Plum nigh
dyinw
Lots of times the Grape would have
been handy to have in the house." muir
INJURED Tom.
81 want to frow my boots 'crost de
flo like Marse George. but cullud folks
ways in 'spressin deir feelin's ain like
white folks. l des git sOw'ful an keep
way from Becky. Meanwhile Miss
Dorothy Cyarter wus des habin royal
time, 'perently, wild a big crowd OBJ
beaux always roun her. an one in spe-
shul she des seem to favor. Young
Mr. Howard, he des be wild her twell
after while she dom 'peah to hab eyes
foh nobody else. Marse George deS
seem to drap to de groun' lex ripe
pussimmon an lay onnotice' at heh
perty feet He git moodier an moodier
ebery day when he wus at home, dough
he commence goin roun' wild de yother
young ladies in de neighborhood, an
when we go out in s'ciety togedder
always notice dat Marse George bout
de gayes' an livelies' one dere. You
see, when he go to dem big house par
| ties / always go long an wait on
Marse George. Well. bimeby Marse
George begin to pay 'tention to a perty
young lady vis'tin at ole Major Thorn
| tons, an hit soon look like Miss Dor
| othy pass out oh Marse Georges min
De vision seem complete, an | see ole
miss, Marse Georges mother. 'peah tC
worry a heap ober de way vents done
| tuhn out, dough she don say muffin.
'Well, one day Marse George des
| come in f'om ride. an he walks uI
| in de piazza an frow hisse'f down on &
l
| An his face when he didn' fought no
| body wus lookin had trouble, wish
| full spression on it. | wus stan'in- by
| holdin de mare. while Black Sam rut
| down her laigs. kase Marse George rit
hard dat day. an de fine creetur stood
| trim'lin an covered wild sweat. dough
mus say Marse George was in gena
| des es tender OBJ horsefiesh or. foh d,
mattah OBJ dat. of eberything in d.
brute creation.
| well. d'reckly up de long avenoo &
boy come a-gallopin. Bob he call t
me, 'Cunnel Cyarter done struck wild d.
apoplexity.' An den he des drap off
his horse. Marse George overheah
He walk up to dat horse. white TO d'
lips, frow hisse'f in de saddle an de.
off lex de wind!
| well, well. honey" went on Uncl'
Bob. drawing a withered hand over hi.
misty old eyes. dem wus sho' SAL
times. Po' leetle Miss Dorothy nebe
leabe her fathers side till he breav,
| his las brpff. an hit lex TO kilt her, de,
say. She WIS de onlies' chile an he
fathers pet an de whole neighbOrhooC
felt soy foh her. She was i'll fob d.
longes' an npbcr see no pusson all da
time. Marse George des eat his hear
out an walk de piazza twell hit peal
lex de bo'ds would drap froo. an
spec he ain slep' none clean up to d.
fun'ral. But he ain neber see her yet
She ain lef' her room. An all dat tim
he ain sent her no message kase de.
wus sich a breach tween 'em dat hi
needed mon wohd TO heal. He wen
ovah to de house an help wild de range
never seem to know dat, bein as she S
i'll in her room up stairs.
An all dat time dat no count ga
Becky des play wild me lex cat wild
mouse. an ebery time | gifts wild he
she des tuhn off all my questions twel
des plum 'stracted. An go wild da
yaller Niger! 'clar' to gracious,
said Uncle Bob. with rising resent
ment, IL 'spises yaller niger to dish
day lex does yaller dorg.
"Wellum, things boun' TO come to
criserius in disha wohl'. so desc vent
come TO pass: One day ole miss. VIII
bin goin. back an fort wild Miss Cyai
ter an Miss Dorothy in deir trouble
come up to Marse George an say:
George. my son. Mrs. Cyarter woul
like yo' 10 meet Mr. Morse at he
house dis afternoon An den she wen
on TO say som'pin bout some paper
dat de cunuel had lef' what needle
some lawyer to look after dem q dor
know 'nuff bout mattahs of dem kiI
to 'splain 'Zackly what but dat dor