The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-11
PATCHES OF COLOR

The doorbeu tinkled and familiar little
yelp accompanied it. Our lost dog adj
vertisement had appeared in o u r.
n a. ! the evening before There was q
very big demonstration over a very small
dog for a few moments succeeding the
opening of the door and then attention
was turned to the smiling, bowling per-
son who had returned him to us. He was
a most sumptuous looking fellow citizen.
of that race Charles Sumner besought his
countrymen not to spell with two g's. In
his right hand he held a glossy tile, with
truly Chesterfieldian grace. Perhaps it
was of ancient vintage and the floral
figures on his waistcoat may, perhaps.
have been Of a design passe, but no
carping criticism could dim the luster Of
his patent leather shoes or take the sheen
and wilderness from that "bosom shirt"
i ''Yassum, yassum, lady," he said, in a
voice that fitted well the richness Of his
personality. II reckon it's yoh tarrier sIo
'enuf. He sutttnly do seem powerful glad
to see you all.
"Yessum, he ken ovah to my house las
night. I heerd dawg er-moanin', an
er-snifflin', an den sorter scratchin' like
at de do Go way fom heah. you funny
little dawg,' I says to him. ain yoh
mastah, nor yet yoh mistiss.' But he KEEP
on er-whinin', en- er"whinin', till I was jes'
plum woh out. Yassum. tied him up.
thes hagermazin lot O. pizen meat tn cd
round fob them little dawgs.
HE do pear hongry, sho' enough. I
fixed him a mess of white braid en- chick
en-livah, but he peaked en- pined en-
didn't eat mob than yoh could put on tn
aidge of er knife.
well, am right glad to git him back
to yoh all. Thank you, thank you, yoh
suttinly all a lady, sho 'enuf.'
A monstrously fat old colored woman
and the tiniest and blacklist of little pick
animals stood together on a transfer
corner. The outrageous looking bonlba-
zine bonnet, perched rakishly on top of
the old crone's grizzled wool lurched ever
more forward and sideways as she swayed
her huge bulk over the curb, to look up
the street.
"Whar we gwine. grammar, whar we
gwine?" whined the little tike.
yves gwine whar ives gwine. OATS
whar Yves gwine. En- EFF yoh dom shet
up yoh haid sayin Grammar, whar we
gwine? Grammar, whar we gwine?' - she
impatiently retorted, Til git a boa'd en-
knock yer down.
A rge-eyed, large-mouthed mulatto
woman leaned far out the window of a
rickety little house near the exposition
| building, threatening utter demolition to
the frail structure.
"Vilet, you-u Vilet," she called across
the street, "You seen my Dave?"
A very dark and dingy violet rose from
where it blossomed in the dust and stray
gled over.
Hes a-gone to the sto' fob Miss Jack
son. She gin him penny to Go,' she re-
piled.
"Lawd Almighty! that chile needs KILN
shuah. Low-lifeted little niger. I'll larn
him tn self-insurance to run yerrunts fob
every woman in the block
At this serious juncture a very bright
and pretty little yellow boy of or Z
turned the corner. He was staggering
and pretending to spit as he took from
| his mouth a chocolate cigar, whose bit OF
| tinfoil at the end made a most convincing
glow A laugh like the eush of a fountain
! came from the conquered mothers lips,
at the funny sight
"Yoh little fool niger. huccome you larn
| to smoke? Ansur me dat, huh? Yoh bet
tab thro way dat sig-yah en- bring in an
aim of pine.'
"Iave you seen Mrs. - go In here
this norning?" lady asked the porter at
-'s the other day.
mo, lady," he obligingly answered,
We've had a sale and lot of white
women's been going in, but haven't seen
her. You might speak to the other COL
ored gentleman, at the other door,
Annie M.