Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-07-08

sometimes ole Miss would git
exaggerated wild yeh, but
sayin' You let my boy alone, Nj
ran. He got a mighty good he
dat leete body o. his'n. An sho
jes' see how my boy done grove
The string of simple reminisceH
his childhood must have touehef.
tender spot, put the man only NJ al
impatient gesture, as of one who is an
noyed at the teasing of a gnat. and star
ed away down the road again.
Hit do mex me think O. ole time:
to set here" pursued the old negress,
th~oughtfully. You recommended Dc
time you an ole mis- had de scrimmare
bout de rose bush you wanted to cut
down? My, but ole Mis- she was on a
high boss. You know what ole Ms
said bout dat temper O your'n arter
dat? She say you sho come by hit
homes. Mas John. where Miss Liza
He started at the sudden question
as though something had stung him.
That is that to you?" he demanded,
angrily. WIN are you meddling with
what does not concern you? Go baea
home and leave me alone"
Before hehad finished speaking tia
Deborah Of Lost Creek was on h6r
feet:
What you mean, Mas John?" sha
cried, trembling with indignation. ct
you'n Miss Liza amt my business I'd
les lax to know whose business you IS.
Amt been KNOWN you ma even senee
long before she ever seed our pa?
Didn't | hab you in my arms before you
was a hour ole? What de matter wild
you Mas John? What you reckon ole
Miss would say if she could look back
her an see you cuttin' up lax all pos
sessed? Has you done forgit when you
was my baby? Ef you has forgit it,
I amt. an l amt gwinteer forgit it mud
der. Hit mex me feel LAX de wofl'
comm to an en-, when see de chile
dat | done raise talkin' lat way to his
ole many. An Miss Liza a my baby,
too, an when she amt got no udder
place to go she can come in her ole
nanny, dat what she kin"
The old woman's feeble form SHOOK
with the violence OF her indignation,
and she stood over Mas John, glazing
at him with offended majesty.
She will probably need your generous
shelter he retorted grimly; IF she per
sists in marrying this penniless adyen-
turer-'
And then. TO his utter astonishment.
Aunt Ilsy broke into a laugh and clapped
her withered hands.
We'll, eff dat don mex me thing o. ole
times!' she proclaimed joyously. D
was jest de way your Ma talked when
you was plum boun' to marry dat pore
little schoolmis an you recommended
what you say den, Mas John?"
Apparently Mas John remembered. He
was silent, and his head was down on his
hand.
You remember how you up an tell ole
Mis- dat you was a gwinter hab dat
schoolmis' eff neider one o you didn't had
a dollar in de worl' dat you wa plenty
man enough to mex a llbin' ?"
Another pause during which Mas John'i
head was still down on his hand.
And you married de schoolmis,' Mas
John-you sho' did"
Another pause.
An now here you is, cuttln' up Net
bekase Mis- Liza's got a min o. her own
Is ashamed O. you, Mas John, OATS what
l is. You acts TO me LAX don done forgot
all de trainin' what I glib you when you
was a baby. Why don you go tell Miss
Liza she kin marry de one she wants,
jes' lax what her pa did-an' eff she kin be
as happy as her pa
A light step sounded along the hall and
down the gallery behind them. They both
knew whose step it was, without turning;
and the girl came up behind her father
and put her arms around his neck. She
had come to ask for a reconciliation He
might have waited, and so have triumphed
over her; but somehow the old scenes
upon which he had been looking had soft
ened his heart, and he remembered with
infinite sorrow the little penniless school
teacher with whom he had been so happy,
He drew her down and looked at her. the
pretty girl, who had her mothers eyes.
Marry tie man of your choice he said
brokenly, "and l hope you will be as hap.
by as | was.
Then he arose and went away, and Aunt
Ilsy took the weeping girl into her arms
and soothed her, and called her "Maum
Ilsy's baby"
The homeward way did not seem long to
Aunt Ilsy, and she walked as one who is
lifted up and supported by unseen hands.
Hit pears lax to me dat dissher's days
wo'k's mighty nigh 'nough Tor one life
time she said to herself as she went in
at the rickety gate and sat down under
the saddles, with the light of a peaceful
sunset on her wrinkled face.
JULY SNAKE STORIES.