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SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. AUGUST 80. 1908.

happen soze it were you, honey. Uhuh!
You oughter hearn him las night
when he come home. Den it were me.
Bless God. 1 amt keerin He weren't
mad at me, no mon he wer at you.
He jass mad!"
Miss Betty looked at the old fellow
keenly. He remained. however, APP
parently unconscious of her scrutiny,
and occupied himself with prepara-
tions for removing the tray.
Nelson, what is the quarrel be-
tween my father and Mr.. Vanrevel?"
He had lifted the tray, but set it
down precipitately, bending upon her
a surprised and sobered countenance.
"Missey," he said, gravely. "Dey big
trouble 'twix' dem two"
II know" she returned, quietly.
What is it?"
VIVA TO you ak me, Missy?"
Because you're the only one l can
ask l don't know any one here we'll
enough, except you"
Mist Vanrevel vote Wing; but he
agin Texas"
"Well, what if he is?'
"Yo pa mighty strong TO Texas"
'Is that all?"
Nom; dat amt hardly de begin
min. Mist Vanrevel he a Ab'litionist.
We'll Won't you tell me?'
Honey, folks roun hear mos on 'em
like Mist Vanrevel so we'll dey amt
hole it up ag'in' him-but, Missy, eff
dey one thing topper Gods worl yo'
pa do desp'itly and cotestably despise,
hate, cuss, an outrageously dominate
wuss'n a yaller August spiduh it are
a Ab'litionist! He want stomple EN-
eve'y las one under he boot-heel,
cep'n dat one Mist Crailey Gray.
Dey's a considabul sprinklin' er dem
Ab'litionists bout de kentry, honey;
dey's mo- dat don know witch dey is;
an dey's mo- still dat don keer. Soze
dat why dey go git up a quol twix' yo'
pa an dat man; an range to have 'er
on a platfawn, de year TO de las
campaign; an, sub, dey call de quo'l
debate; an all de folks come in fun
de kentry, an all de folks in town
come, too. De whole possetucky on
em sit an listen.
"Fust yo' pa. talk; den Mist Van
revel, bofe of 'em mighty cole an civil
lied. Den yo' pa git WON up, Missy,
like he do, ease he SO ulster have his
own way; faint his fault; he jass
CANT help hollerin' an cussin' if. any
body pose him; but Mist Vanrevel he
jass as survige, but he stay cole, witch
make yo' pa all de hotter. He holler
mighty strong, Missy, an some de back
ranks gun snickerin at him. Uhuh!
He far jump, he did; an den, bime-by
Mist VanreVel he say dat no man
oughter be given de prilverige to sell
another, ner to wollop him wild black
snake, whether he buse dat pilverige
er not. My honabul 'ponent, SIS he,
Mist CareWe, rep'sentt in hisself de
'risttocratic slave-ownin' class er de
Souf, do he live in de Nawf an ploy
free labor; yit it sea sely to be b'lieve
dat any er you would willin'ly trust
him wild de powah or life an death
ovah yo' own chillun, witch is virch-
onusly what de slave-ownah p'sess.
missy, you jass oughter see yo' pa
den! He blue in he face an dance de
quadrille on de boa'ds. He leave his
ca'h, git up, an run cross to de odder
side de platfawm, an shake he ifs
ovah dat mans head, an screech out
how it all lies dat de slaves evan 'ceive
SIGH a treatments. Dat all lies, you
pu'juh!' he holler. All lies, you mis-
abul thief he boiler. All lies, an you
know it, you low-bawn slandah' an
scoun'le!'
"An' wild dat Mist Vanrevel, he laff
in yo pa face, an tuhn to de crowd he
did, an say: You reckon dat if dish
yuh man, a slave-ownah, an a slave
had anguhed him as 1 have anguhed
him tonight, does any er you b'lieVe
dat dat slave wouldn't be tied up an
whipped tell de blood run, an den sole
down de riVah to-morrer?
well, sub, 'cose mos on EN- b'lieve
same as yo' pa; but dat sutney fotch
EN- an win de debate, case dey jass
natchully lay back an roah, dey did,
Missy; dey laff an stomp an boiler
tell you coulda hearn 'em a mile away
An, honey, yo' pad a milyum times
druther Mist VanrevFd a kilt him dan
tuhn de laff on him. He'd shoot
man, honey, eff he jass spicion him to
grin out de cornder his eye at him; an
to stan up dab wild he whole county
far roahin' at limits de Gods mus
sy he did'n have no aims wild him
dat night. Ole Mist Chen eth done
brung him home. an yo pa reach out
an kick me squah' out,n' de liberty
winder soon's he ketch sight err mel"
The old mans gravity gave way to
his enjoyment of the recollection, and
he threw back his head to laugh. He
sho' did, honey! Uhuh! Ho, no, no!
He sho' did, honey, he sho did"
Nevertheless, as he lifted the tray
again and crossed the room to go, his
solemnity returned. Missy" he said
earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall in
love wild yo' witch l knows he will ef
he ketch sight er you, femme say dis,
an please TO to bah in mine: Better
have muffin do, wild him tall, fo' he
own sake; an bove all, keep him fur
way FUN desc Premises. Don let him