Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-02-13
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BOOKER WESTINGHOUSE STORY
An Anecdote That Went to the Hearts
of His Southern white
Auditors.

OF the many anecdotes told the fol-
lowing shows Booker 4. Washington's
readiness in assimilating what ne
hears and in putting it to effective use,
says the Outlook.
Once on board train in Virginia
the talk touched in some way which l
have forgotten now the subject of the
oldtime southern servants. A man
whose dress showed him to be a cler'
gyman, and who afterward learned
was the rector of one of the Oldest and
most distinguished Episcopal churches
in the state, said that he had taken
charge of the parish where he was then
located during the year previous and
had moved into the rectory which went
with the church. His predecessor had
died in office, after long pastorate.
When the new family came TO the rec
tory to live they found there an old
colored man who had been employed
about the grounds for many years, and
hired him to remain with them and
continue at his work.
Zone day last summer" the rector
said, my wife decided that she would
like q certain shrub in the garden bet.
ter If it stood in another place, and the
next morning told John to dig it up and
move it. Along in the middle of the day
she was out in the garden, and, seeing
that the shrub had not been transplant.
ed, said: John, don't forget to move
that bush there as told you
"'Yes, marm,' said John.
"That afternoon my wife was away
from home. When she returned, late
in the day, she saw that the plant had
not been disturbed. Annoyed at the
mans disregard of her wishes, she
called him to her and spoke to him
rather sharply:
Didn't tell you twice to move
that shrub over there to the other side
of the garden?'
"'Yes, marin, you certainly did,
"'And you told me you would%
ayes, marin, surely did,
"'What do you mean, then, by dis.
tinctly disobeying me?'
my wife said the old man laid down
the hoe he had been using, and, coming
up in front of her, took off his hat and
stopped minute before he answered.
as if he was struggling between his
sense of duty to her and his own feel
ings. When he finally looked up, she
was astonished to see that the tears
were streaming down his face.
at hope you'll 'scuse me, marm,' he
said, L surely hope you will; but ]
cant move that bush
"'Can't move that bushl Why? II
was not large one
THE old man dropped his hat and
clasped his hands together. oh,
marm,' he said, my old missis, what's
dead now, planted that bush right
there. can't dig it up"
The bush was not moved.
Mr.. Washington was to speak that
night in the opera house in Richmond.
Both houses of the Virginia legislature
attended in body, as did also those Of
fcials of the city government. Besides
these there were many other prom.
inent white men present, so that with
out doubt the audience was repre-
sentative of the most intelligent white
citizenship of the state. In the course
of his address Mr.. Washington made
an eloquent appealin behalf of the peo-
pie of his race, that no change in the
school laws of the state be made to the
detriment of the colored schools, and
told the story of the old negro gardener
who could not move the bush because
his dead white "missis" set 1t out. More
than one strong man In the audience
was brushing the tears out of his eyes
before the story was done and felt no
senEitiveness about having his neigh.
hOr coo him do II