Sunday Washington globe., 1902-01-26
GORDON.
By REVERE RODGERS.
written for the SUNDAY GLOBE ]
CHAPTER XIII

young lady, as she seated herself on chair
in the kitchen.
u. ..'Yes, they have left Aunt Sally, replied
the young girl as she gazed dreamily out
through the open window
We'll answered Aunt Sally, ''ef l
nebber has to cook fo' wusser gennermen's
den Mistah Gordon an Mistah Browne dis
chile would cut'ny be happy"
Yes" said Helen, musiugly, Il like
them very much and ! will never forget
their kindEess"
'Dey war bofe pOw'ful good lookin'
men, replied Aunt Sally, specially dat
Mistah Gordon. Cord Almighty but warn't
dat one han some man, she unused, stop
ing in her work for moment and putting
her Houry hand up to her chin.
Helen said nothing, but very suspicious
color overspread her fair countenance when
Gordon's name was mentioned.
Now he war er man." continued Aunt
SAIL IAN not er sneaking sly fox lax dat
Mistah Phil Saunders at Mis- Prisciller's
alters trowin up to yo', is case his family
am ole 'ristercrats But Lord love yo' chile
dat Mistah Phil's er bad man eff dis black
lamb hab any OBJ her n'torious sense lef' yet
Ebery one oh de Saunders war tricky men,
and dis ole nigger dat am talkin' 10 yo' hab
knowed seberal in her day No sub, my
'sperience wild de male folkses am to Judge
de man hisse'f an not his fambly"
Why, you were never married were you
Aunt Sally" exclaimed Helen in some sur
prise
'Oh git long wild 20 foolin' Miss Helen
cried Sally, grinniug broadly; "Cutny /
nebber war mailed, but dat don't say dat /
hab nebber had de chance do itl Case dis
5aby done hab seberai suitOrs, TO her hand
bat she pulsed dere 'vances airly?'" Yo'
see Mis- Helen afo' de war, war allus
ployed bout de house, an yo' know dat
de hel niggers, war er vaiy disferior crowd
compared to de house hams; we'll sub
strange to say, my fus' feller war er fier ham,
Yes" mused Aunt Sally Ham Massey
war er he' niger, dat 'tracted my 'tention
de fus' time laid desc hyar eyes 'pon him
an den when hear de folkses braggin
bout how he lead all de res OBJ de hans in
de hardest 6el' dis liz chile gin to git inter-
rested Well sub; Ham warn't er lovin'
niger, tall; he war muffin but er hon'ry
hongry coon; an me bein' in de kitchin, he
said to hissef dat Sally would s'ply his
wants easily"
well, me an Ham, we KEEP eom'ny, TO
nigh onter er yaar er mo-, an den l gin to
git res less, 'spectin dat de no count hougry
nigger gwine to say some un."
Aud did he? inquired Helen, smiling.
Lord Mis- Helen" answered Sally, call
dat nigger war er spak' i'm me fo' war to git
free vittles; when tink OBJ de fried chickin'
an de white bread, dat, dat ar Ham Massey
d'voured, ! clar to gracious eff dussent
feel lax gwine out and lickin' mysef wild
er barrel Save; does indeed; TO all de time
dat Ham war payin' his tentions to me he
war goin wild Big lie Tunnah ober at
Squire Fryes place: Yes suh Ham war
what yO' might call er hongry co'ter sho'
'enough2"
But 'scraceful as Hams condict war, it
waru't to be compared to de doin's OBJ
Sandy Tarby. Sandy war a light 'plex-
ioned nigger dat waited on de table at de
Miller's place, and he war dresser from de
heart. Lord, but how dat yaller boy could
dress, mused Aunt Sally pausing in the
process of rolling out the dough, and rest
ing her fat arms upon the end of the rolling
pin while her mind went back TO the scenes
of years ago.
What was the matter with Samf" in
.quired Helen as Aunt Sally began to work
vigorously at the Fl ury dough.
ode matter wild Sam" said Aunt Sally,
and shaking the rolling pin at Helen, inn
pressiyely, war dat he wuz er tief; and de
way dat l cum to git on de fac happened in
de foll'ing manner. One night we had er
gret vival meetin' ober at Pahson Goings
church, on de ribber road, an mem Sandy
tended Lord, Mis- Helen, war er proud
rigger girl dat night when ! swept by de
oder coous, leanin' on de arm of Sandy
rarby I had on one OBJ 20 mas silk
dresses dat she hab jis give me dat Chris
mus, an Sandy he hab on some OBJ young
Massa Miller's gyarmints; an when we
swept by in de ehu'ch iis same as we see de
white folkses do on er Sunday, you jis
orter see dem niggers star"
well, sub, de ole pahson 'livered a
mighty pow'ful surmon dat night, an de
moaners bench war packed an iammed an ,
de sisters war er fioppin' bout in all kind
OBJ c'ntortions. Well, / motto dat Sandy
Tarby war er putin hisself to er monstrus
lot OBJ trouble heppin to hold de iis got
ligion sisters when dey war er comm
round agin' thinks to mysef dat dat am
cut'ny er new pint in Sandys keracter,
sho1y, 70 mos OBJ de sisters war ole an
homely, an l knowed dat Sandy warn't
doin' it iis case he wanted to hug 'em.
Well, sub, bye an bye, when de sisters hab
fully covered dere wits, deY gin to COM
plain bout losin' dif'ent tings an ole
Pahson Goiugs gifts up in de pilpit an
'nounce de artikles los Ebberybody sarch
high an low TO- de tings, an Sandy Tarby
he war fo'most in all de sarchiug pahties,
an de women folkses dey hab to plead wild
him not to sile his clus, by gropin bout on
de io' Yes indeed, mis-, dat sneakin' res
kal wanted to crawl under de benches. 50
'n'rested he tend to be in de recovery oh de
los artickies."
Well, after we war all seated agin', an
de Pahson say dat hes es'spects de tings will
all be scOvered on de morrow; l jis' hap
pen to look in my pocket an clar to de
lord eff my pocketbook warn't done gone,
When 'scovered my loss. iis' riz up in
de seat an / say. Pahsou, some nigger in
dis conAa'gation done stole my pocket
book"
"Oh, sister" said de Pahson, comm up
20 de bench, kin dis be so9"
so er not" say, de pocketbook done
went"
'Mebbe some un playin' er joke on ye,
sister, " said de Pahson.
"If I cotch dat air pussOn, said Sandy