The professional world. (Columbia, Mo.) 1901-192?, 1903-09-25
ed people shall have their

"And at the same time I suppose you
are going to demand that the white
man shall not have his"
mo, won't demand that he shan't
have his rights, but that he shan't
have his way"
mot have his way with his w af-
fairs? Good. And now let me tell
you something. Want to hear it,"
I'm not aching to hear It,"
well, I'll give it to you anyway. It's
this: The first thing you know a COM
mittee of gentlemen will call on you
and offer you the opportunity to make
a few remarks, and after you have
made them you will thereafter decline
all invitations to speak. At the end OF
a rope the most talkative man finds a
thousand years OF silence. Long time
for a man to hush, Ell? Well, our roads
split here"
"How do you known"
Because I turn to the right"
But may be my business calls me
over that way"
Don't know about that, but I'm go
ing to turn into this lane and don't
want you to come with me. Do you
hear?"
Mayo did not answer. Gid turned
into a road leading to the right, n
looking back he saw hat Mayo was
riding straight ahead. "At any rate
he amt afraid to say what he thinks"
the old man unused. "Got more nerve
than | thought he had, and although 1t
may make him more dangerous, yet it
entities him to more respect"
His horses hoofs struck into a patch
of leaves, heaped beneath a cotton
; wood, and from the rustling his ears,
} warmed by the old liquor, caught the
bars of a tune he had known in his
youth; and lifting his voice he sang
Z it over and over again. He passed a
> negro cabin whence often had proceed
: ed at night the penetrating cry of a
fiddle, and it was night now but no
fiddle sent forth it's whine. A dog
showed open the door, and by the fire
light within the old man saw a negro
sitting with a gun across his lap, and
beside him stood two boys, looking
I with rapture upon their fathers wea
pom. Throughout the n~eighborhoo(
had spread a report that the negroes
were meeting at night to drill, and this
glance through a door gave life to wha
q had been a shadow.
q He rode on, and his horses hooft
struck into another patch of leaves, bu
& no tune arose from the rustic. The oil
d. man was thinking. In a field of fur
rowed clouds the moon was strugglin.
and down the sandy road fell light an
darkness in alternating patches. Fa
away he saw a figure stepping fror
light into darkness and back agai
into light. Into the deep shadow of
vine-entangled tree he turned his hors
and here he waited until he heard foo
steps cronching in the sand, until b
saw a man in the light that lay for
moment in the road, and then he cried
Hello, there, Jim Taylor!"
SIS that you, Uncle Gideon?"
Eyes, Gideon's band Of one. Com
over here a moment"
81 will as soon as | can find yo'
What are you doing hiding out in IL
dark? The grand jury amt in session
mo, l CAD, but something else is
an he replied.
W Jim came forward and put his har
on the horn of the old mans saddl
which as an expert he did in spite
or the shying of the horse; M then |
asked: well, what is it. Uncle Gil
eon?"
you've heard the m that Il
IT, negroes are drilling at night"
"Yes, what of it?"
as Its a fact, that's what there is
> it. Just now | rode quite a ways wi
LII Mayo and he was inclined to be pref
'h sassy; and right back there ! look
into Gabe Titles cabin and saw hi
with a gun across his lap"
We'll, what of that? Haven't t
hu negroes had guns ever since the W;
eo and hasn't a man got the right to
with his gun across his lap? UnC
lat Gideon, I'm afraid you've been putt
Ihs too much new wine into al old bottl,
soft, Jimmie; it was old liqu
zig, sixty years at least. But | CAD,
18th strikes me that you are pretty glib
of night. You must have heard son
ing thing"
ed: mo, not since Mrs. Cranceford
at the letter, but that was enough to Ii
me a good while"
i'm Didn't hear about my bereaveme
for did you?"
are what, you bereaved, Uncle G
con? How did it happen?"
it's. "At the imperious beck and call
|, to nature, Jimmie. My uncle died and
hicted on me money enough to max
|, to p~retense of paying my debts, and ]