Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1901-10-12
HOW LIZA GOT OFF


| W. 's' ~oA 0he'A NC StOo0 III It's Ddlu-
way. when its vengeance played foot.
ball with the old mans anatomy. His
head was bandaged, and a white patch
over one eye brought out in striking
contrast his natural ebony gloss, while
his swollen lips resembled pair of fat
burned sausages. Altogether he was
the sorriest looking old niger in Wes-
NOLAN county.
There was subdued melancholy In
his gait az he advanced in response to
the crier's CALL.
He glanced furtively at his dusky
spouse sitting in the prisoners pen as
he entered the witness box.
"Swear the Witness" called the Judge.
"What's I gwine ter sw'ar bout,
ledge"
THAT you will tell the whole truth"
us got ter tell dat truf befo Liza,
sottin' dar?" he asked, and when the
Judge replied aff1rmatively Pomp want
ed to know "uf Liza couldn't sot on de
back po'ch while he war doin' dot
SWARM"
The Judge treasured him. Meanwhile
Liza kept her black eyes riveted on
Pomp's scrambled visage.
She wore an old army cap perched at
a coquettish angle on her abundant
crop Of wool. an old army coat was
buttoned around her ample bust. while
a black skirt and an expansive white
apron bristling aggressively in its
starched stiffness completed her unique
costume.
The old man was clean in his Sun.
day black suit as shiny as bis own bat.
tered visage.
Pomp was one of the ingenues Of
Wes'mo'lan' county, and the court and
every one about settled down to listen
to his recital.
Use sorry, jedge, dat Use gotter
swar gin Liza, an yo' seq uf Coant
Use got ter 60 ter Jail fer tempt err
cot. An dars dem lebben chilluns
lef' ter hum. Uf Use got ter go ter
Jail, what's gwine ter happen ter dem
lebben? It's dis way. jedge. I'd
been err totin' apples frum Marse Bev's
o'chid, when long Gums Miss Nancy
Ham'lton's yaller gal Laurybella. an
SEE, Wat lubly apples, Pomp' an l
SEE, Vas, miss, an I'd be erbleeged uf
70 wud tex er passed. long ter Miss
Nancy An she say, Thank 70. Pomp.
an gifts down often dat kyart an
picks out de bes' fer Miss Nancy: den
passes long de time err day wifi dat
yaller gal. an arter sum wishin' err
luck, gifts on de kyart agin an' druv
home, an fergits bout dat wood shed
windy.
"Liza's good oman, ledge. deed she
am er good oman, an wes got lebben
but 70 see Liza mus ease her
min. So when she dun seed me pass
long de time er day wifi Miss Nancy's |
Laurybella, outen dat wood shed windy,
an when l dun gifts ter dat kitchen
TO-, Liza dun pass de time err day wifi
ne wifi er datiron on nah face.
Twarn't hot, dough, jedge, an Liza
lun shoe dat fatiron jes' ter ease huh
MIN. Case 'Liza's good 'oman."
She's made a spectacle Of you," re.
marked the Judge.
mo, jedge; 'scuse me, 'twarn't no
pectacles in nah eye; 'twar de lef'
nan co'ner OBJ dat fatiron. l didn't
MIN dat so much, but when Liza gun
ardin' out punches an han'fuls OBJ
nah bar, den l jes' hollered MUIR
Ter! an de constable cum an gifts
Liza's ham outen nah wool an rests
uh. But, deed, jedge, Liza warn't
neanin' nothin'; she war jes' easin'
uh min"
The jury could do nothing more than
0 find Liza guilty, and the old man
ooked at her in pitiful sort of way.
'hile the judge deliberated. Mean. ,
Yhile Liza sat stolid as a wooden
indian.
II guess. Pomp," said the judge, "I'll
ave to send Liza to Jail until she {
arms to ease her mind in some other
'ay."
"Sen' Liza ter Jail! Fo God, jedge,
oant do dat. What's Use gwine ter
D wifi dem lebben ?" the old man asked
alarm.
Every one in the courtroom from
lie Judge down laughed at Pomp's
lrnestness.
'There's no help for 1t, Pomp. Liza
ust learn to ease her mind In some
her way"
Pomp looked puzzled for moment.
Look hyar; 'scuse me, jedge, case
liza am er good oman, an l doant
7ar uf she do ease huh min. Sen
} jury ter Jail an let me dun tex
liza hum ter dem chilluns."
Liza never smiled. while the whole
was convulsed.
swell, Pomp, Ill let Liza go this
ne II you'll be responsible for her
od behavior, and don't come here any \
ore In any such damaged condition"
THANK yo', jedge. thank yo'; Ah'll
'sponsible." And, advancing to his
ouse, he offered his hand with the
ace Of Chesterfield.
'G'long, Niger" said Liza, with
thering scorn. "an' doant yo' be
1ben' de hqS'ps annlps mn smi1in' at