The age-herald., 1901-03-29

idyl Of the old south--of the old days gone by forever. Were you hurt, antie?" another old colored woman was asked. No, sah. I warn't hurt. De roof blew off an de new stove I aint had but week blew erway like CT fedder. Plates an forks war fyin' fru de arr No, sah, thank'ee. sah." said another. q warnt hurt. I just got hole knocked in mer head" This was said in all se- riousness without any attempt to joke.
 Mingling with the crowd, all of whom were discussing the cyclone. odd scraps of conversation reached the ear.
 Its de truf chile. It blowed de Bible clean outen Bethel Baptist Church car ter Misser Legrands house, two blocks erway."
 ''De blood war runnin' outen your head an you war jist CT hollerin"
 ''I warn't holern', chile. I war CT preachin'.''
 "I nebber preached nary lick Didn't hab de heart to preach. De folks thought I war dead. Eff I'd CT stayed ter home dere warn't no way to sabe m'self."
 How did yoy sabe yerself?'
 'I didn't. Gawd saved me. I had CT pile
  udder, an dere war CT pile ob bricks on mer stummick."
 "Warn't dat man killed in yo' doah?' "No. He war killed in Samanthy's doah. We jist kep' CT hollerin Come an git grandma outen here I begged like CT dog fur 'em ter help me. Dey jist went on by. Dey war flne-lookin' men, but dey didn't pay no 'tenshun ter me-
 
 The relief office Is in little two-Story cottage. Across the street from this grand stand where people are making all sorts of grand stand plays, are the bleach CTS" Here the ruins of building were covered with crowd of the ubiquitous darkey who always loafs where anything is going on They were not after aid but were just basking in the sunshine, thank full that they were living. The Alabama coon loves the Alabama sun. Whether it is a case of mutual affection like the nursery rhyme of My Uncle Jehosaphat loved that pig, and the pig-a-wig he loved him." is not known. But no one who knows the negro doubts for mo- ment that sun worship has not died ou'. little after 10 the mayor and the re- lief committee arrived. sigh of relief went up from the patient crowd.
 The mayor had hardly reached the steps of the cottage, when the first applicant for relief in the person of negro youth presented himself. , What do you want?' asked the may or
 1T wants ter git mer cousin outen jail" said the negro. "Ise used ter it myself, but he ain't.''
 Whats he been doing." asked the mayor.
 "Gambling."
 5 f1- Id 4I,o mayor. "Tell him he can gamble on that"
 The second applicant for relief said her name was Mrs. Mann.
 What's your husbands name, Mrs. Mann?'
 His name was MT. Mann, but I'm just a widow woman now
 You didn't lose your homer"
 ''No, sir. The landlord lost it. rents" What did you lose?'
 T lost my dresses. if they was any ac- count, and my dishes. The house was upset and I feel upset, too"
 Well, go out and wait. As soon as the treasurer comes with the money you will get something. The treasurer sleeps late, you know"
 'I want relief" said a member of the committee, who came in about this time. Financial or physical? he was asked. Physical"
 Well, get him chair, somebody" said the mayor, land let us proceed" No deserving applicant is turned away empty-handed. The committee examine each case and each one is given accord ing to his necessities. The work is we'll in hand and Is in good hands. The needy have faith in these kind-hearted men. The scene recalls a line from Tennyson: ''Kind hearts are more than coronets. And simple faith than Norman blood.'