The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-14

is no longer legal tender, Judge Hen.
derson must have sent the wrong bill.
Tell him if he will send coin or United
States notes we win be glad to serve
him"
The sick man awoke from a 6tful
slumOer as he heard a step upon the
stairs. For n moment he lay staring
up at the ceiling and trying to straight
en- out the tangle in his thoughts.
Jerry" he called at length impatient
ly. you lazy niger, why don't you
come on with my dinner? Didn't
tell you was hungry"
Yes, sab, Ma'se Tel heah IS, sab"
answered Jerry, coming half fearfully
into the room. "But--but Mase Tor'-
His lips were trembling, and the tears
were streaming down his face
well, what is it? What do you
stand there whimpering like a baby
for? What's the matterY
ooh, Ma'se Toll" cried Jerry, falling
upon his knees beside the bed, "he say
dc Cornfede'cy done busted an de
money amt no good!"
The money no good Sam Ross said
that" cried the old man in shrlll,
cracked voice. He's liar, Jerry! I'll
go right down there and tell him So"
He lifted himself upon his elbow and
struggled to sit upright in bed, but the
exertlon was too much for his feeble
strength, and he fell back weakly upon
his pillow.
Then he lay for an hour raving in de-
| lirium alternately cursing the man
who had refused TO take his money
and begging Jerry to bring his dinner.
The old negro remained for long
time, kneeling by the bed, moaning
and praying and begging "Ma'se Toll"
just to be quiet, and Jerry would soon
have his dinner ready. Then light
broke upon his darkness. He arose
and, taking the discarded bill, went
again down the road toward the vii
lage lie would try the other store.
No doubt Captain Bob would take the
| money, and his master need never
know where the things came from.
"Eyenin Cap'n Bob" said Jerry to
AAAN NAiS A-f,sNA man w III CAN'T lOI W uIu
TO meet him.
Good evening, Jerry" answered the
Old soldier GLOW is Judge Hender-
, son todayY
mighty poly, sab; mighty poly,
| Cap'n Bob. Caln't somehow eat muffin,
an he hongry laik, too, all de time.
Don reck'n yo' got muffin TO- a sick
man-no bac'n er co'nmeal er coffeeY
Jerry handed the storelleeper the bill
and stood watching him closely while
he examined 1t. When he had looked
at it carefully and turned it over and
examined 1t on the other side, he turned
TO the old negro with an understand
ing look. why, Of course have, Jer-
ry; anything you want" said he.
J.. "An'-an', Cap'n Bob, am de money
f9ood" asked Jerry anxiously. Case
NIistah Ross, he say de Cornfede'cy
done busted an de money amt no legal
tindah."
Sam Ross is liar, Jerry, and a
! scoundrel too. I'll tell him so the first
time l see him. The money is good for
anything In this store"
He stumped about noisily on his
wooden leg, swearing softly to himself,
until he had made up dozen packages
and placed them on the counter-meat
and eggs, cornmeal and coffee and
whatever else the meager resources of
the small store afforded.
"Jerry, tell Judge Henderson that /
am pleased to serve him." said he as
he handed the parcela to the old negro,
and say to him that l viii call tonight
to ask about his health ana to break
with him bottle Of the old AZ. I'll
wager he hasn't smacked his lips over
anything as good as that these twenty
years"
"Gawd bless yo, Cap'n Bob,p an
swered Jerry, with tears of gratitude
in his eyes. "Yo' am sho' huff white
man"
mo thanks at all, Jerry just little
matter Of business. And, Jerry, wait
here's your change"
When the old negro had gone, Cap
tain Robert Stephens some time soldier
and gentleman, hObbled back to the
rear of his small store kicked open the
stove with his wooden leg and unfold
ing fresh, new Confederate bill, tore
it into bits and dropped it inside.
Legal tender! Legal tenderw he
muttered. "Why, the brute-and the
old man starving to DEATH?
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