The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-05-29
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was increasing, and folks were stirring
about at the track-side.

was increasing, anu lOlkS were SURFING
about at the track side.
"Marse Robert, gimme dis er valise.
I got right, sub, to talk to you dis
err way. I slaved for you and tend
ed to you from child up. went
though de war as yo' body servant
tell we whipped de Yankees and sent
'em back to de Moth. I was at yo'
weddin', and I wasn't fur away. when
yo' Miss Lefty was bawn. And Miss
Letty's chillun, dey watches today for
Uncle Bushrod when he come home
ever evenin'. been Weymouth all
'cept in color and entitlements. Both
of us is old, Marse Robert. 'Tain't
goin' to be long tell we gwine to see
Miss Lucy and has to give an account
of our doin's.
Do ole niger man won't be 'spected
say much mo- dan he done all he could
by de family dat owned him. But de
Weym6uths, dey must say dey been
livin' pure and fearless and widout re-
preach. Gimme dis valise, Marse
Robert-I'm gwine to hab it. I'm
gwine to take it back to the bank and
lock it up in de vault. I'm gwine to
do Miss Lucy's biddin.' Turn 'er
loose, Marse Robert"
The train was standing at the sta
ton. Some men were pushing trucks
along its side. Two or three sleepy
passengers got off and wandered away
into the night. The conductor stepped
to the gravel, swung his lantern and
called: "Hello, Frank ~ at some one
invisible. The bell changed, the brakes
Kissed, the conductor drawled: Gall
aboard !"
Mr.. Robert released his hold on the
satchel. Uncle Bushrod hugged it to
his breast with both arms, as a lover
clasps his first beloved.
"Take it back with you, Bushrod,"'
said Mr.. Robert, thrusting his hands
into his pocket. "And let the sub
ject drop-now mind! You've said
quite enough. I'm going to take this
train. Tell Mr. William I will be
back on Saturday. Good night.
The banker climbed the steps Of the
moving train and disappeared in
coach. Uncle Bushrod stood motion
less, still embracing the precious
satchel. His eyes were closed and his
lips were moving in thanks to the
Master above for the salvation of the
Weymouth honor. He knew Mr..
Robert would return when he said he
would. The Weymouths never lied.
Nor now, thank the the Lord could
it be said that they embezzled the
money in banks.
Then, awake to the necessity for
further guardianship of Weymouth
trust funds, the old man started for
the bank with the redeemed satchel.
Three hours from Weymouthville,
in the gray dawn, Mr.. Robert alighted
from the train at a lonely flag station.
Dimly he could see the figure ofa man
waiting on the platform, and tue shape
of a spring wagon, team and driver.
Half dozen lengthy bamboo fishing
poles projected from the wagons rear.
"You're here, Bob, said Judge
Archinard, Mr.. Roberts old friend and
schoolmate. "It's going to be royal
day for fishing. I thought you said
why, didn't you bring along the stuff"
The president of the Weymouth
Bank took of his hat and rumpled his
gray locks.
"Well, Ben, to tell you the truth,
there's an Internally presumptuous
old niger belonging in my family that
broke up the arrangement. He came
down to the depot and vetoed the
whole proceeding. He means all right
and-well reckon he is right. Some
how, he had found cut what I had
along-though I hid it in the bank
vault and sneaked it out at midnight
l reckon he has noticed that I've been
indulging little more than a gentle
man should, and he laid for me with
some reaching arguments"
"I'm going to quit drinking" Mr..
Robert concluded. give come to the
conclusion that man can't keep it up
and be quite what he'd like to be-
pure and fearless and without reproach,
that's the way old Bushrod quoted it. )"
"Well, I'll have to admit" said the
judge, thoughtfully, as they climbed
into the wagon, "that the old darkey's
argument can't conscientiously be
overruled."
"Still," said Mr.. Robert, with q
ghost of sigh, there was two quarts
of the finest old silk velvet BOurbOn