The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-01-24
LOVE AND ELECTRICITYs
BY EvELENA RASBURY. tcopyrisht, 1902. by Daily, Story Pub. Co

. 1 $ ;. @ s s $ $ a: < 1 Yistfddy mornin Johnny-boy got ur early, an tor me he wanted Solomon tdats de gemmans name whut wus eI sparkln mel ter go oyer an hep wid de hog-killin' at Mars HaPs. He'd prom. ised ter sen CT han an he didn't know uv nobody else ter sem. Sol didn't offer no specius projections ter gwine. . went ter workin' an singin' an my min
 1s ne aasatR an so %oSa SG Ss Ss n tm holy ban uv matermony, an all my white folks CT likln' him, an worked an sung tell slap ? o'clock fore thought uv de boy. went out inter de gwine on, an dar stood Johnny-boy an two men lookin' at de puttiest hen house
 you you eyer laid your eyes 9n an he,d ,, empty flower pit. He said he built fl thar to cornerwise space. whutever dat means.
 He dismisted de men an made de floor hisse'f. cotched him CT laughln CT lot2
 out thar by .hissef; it kinder frustrated me an I sed. Boy. whut you keep on laughin' like CT edit fer? We ain't never
 had no edits in s our famoly M an s1nssr dosn,
 sobered up an sed. Nanny. wese allus been quality, ain't us, Mammy?". I scd You know we is." He sed. "Yes. an our hens is quality. too, an, I'm gwins frunt doah so dey can ring de bell when de notion takes um to pick in de parler," an he laughed some more, an went ter nigh sundown widout eatin' CT bite.
 At las 'twus done. an we skeered de hens In an axed fer de key. "Jes. shot de door. fse broke de key. I'll git CT nuther termorrow," he sed. Dat sed he b'iieved he'd go over an tell Mars Hars gals he wus done 'lectrifyins the house. I helt his coat for him, an as he went out he sed. Nanny, ef you de big plantation bell, an I'll be home In no time. fer I'm CT ridin' Tempes' !.
 ! talked scan'lus to dat boy bout ridin, dat wicked horse. an threatened to tell his ra. but he kep' on stiT-nected: Presently. Sol coned in to port his cay's work to Johnny boy, but fndin' me by myself he sed hs believed he go home as he wus plum petered out wio When I got thro' wid my dishes I got down my pipe an lit 1t, an Miss Sallie. CT strange thing happened. must CT been CT noddin; dosn know know but put al, all to to rinsfng an it skeered me so l couldn't move fer CT time. But de bells kep' CT ringing an I thought maybe twus John. opened It, but nobody WIS thar. l went to all de doahs an found nobody. l thought CT hants then an made fer de big plantation bell in de po'try yard. AS WuS CT Tunmu OOWu uc Wdih ! heerd a most awful cussin'. perhaps: l rung de bell, put back into de kitchen an locked an propped de door an didn' | sca'cely breathe tell. I heerd Tempes' When Johnny-boy come CT bustin' in hollered, "Dar wus CT Jack-er-mer- lantern here CT ringin' de las one uv dem devlish bells" He didn't wait ter de hen house an shouted, Say. you. down there jes' hor your pref CT few minits tell de deperty gifts here," an he laughed as ef. hants an Jack k-er-me:- an fSan sed Honss B fer w9s I
 sans sans dem ss Ses pore %oh trasy wea cotched by de trap tioah an flung inter Jim's ieghurns," said he. sho nult. up rid de deperty m dey brung Soi outen de pit I was dat mad an shame dat I mos jumpt on him alter dey got de an sed. You musnt fight CT prisoner. if he has been voh beau, Nanny, you needs to learn CT little bout. law, an CT little bout 'lectricity."
 As de deperty walked erway wid Sol I didn't even look alter him.
 Den Johnny boy sed sumpun bout de 'casion 'scusln' teahs, but toP him 'twis good riddance; an, den den he 'Gasea seq me Ger CT whut he sed, whut hated wus fer Miss Elnore to git alter me bout dat trifin' pusson. She is de beatenest han l ever saw ter run CT joke clean slap in de groun'l He sed he'd compermise wid me, eff I'd Keep you from tellin' his pa bout him ridin' Tempes' ned keep you frum tellin' Miss Elnore bout, me an Sol Miss Sallie, doan tell on us. please marm. Miss Elnore and Mars Jim comin' home termorrer. an Ellie an MT. Will next week. When Ise seed Ellie an helpt 'em make de sausage Pse CT culnin' over here to stay wid you erwhile, 'kase l doan like dem bells Johnny-boy put up."
 Bells here?
 ter desc.
 s GOLDEN ARROW" by George J. Bohen.