Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-02-09
ENTIRELY 9'
= UNSUITABLE
By Eva Villa ms Malone
Copyright, 1903. BY the
S. s. Mcclure Company

gions.
Yet it was perfectly evident from the
proof that Brother Hankins was guilty
of the charge brought against him
that he had assaulted Deacon Ell
Smith. The deacOn's manifold and
manifest personal defacemeuts proved
the facts, and the oaths of various wit
nesses clinched the proof.
Brother Hankins' counsel sought tC
establish the plea that there were raiti
eating circumstances, and Brother
Hankins was allowed to take the stand
in his own behalf. He pulled his fore.
top in the way he had been taught was
the proper thing when he wanted to
"use manners and said:
"Yo' sho' ain no mo- s'prised to see
me heah. jedge. den is to be heah, but
flesh an blood is flesh an blood, an
dey cain stan no mo- den dey kim"
But you are minister of the gospel,
Uncle Hank, and as such don't you
think it is very unbecoming for you to
be getting into a common fights"
But femme tell yo', jedge, dis heah
ain no common fight, an eff airy one OBJ
my members had er been cotch In sech
a box an hadn' er fit I'd ger thawt he
mout be putty good chu'ch member,
but he wan no piece OBJ a man."
How is that, Uncle Hank?" said the
judge. ut seems very plain case of
assault and battery. and l don't see
where the mitigating circumstances
come in"
Oats bekase yo' hahn come ac-
quainted wild dem circumstances an
CAIN jes' zackly segasherfy how miti-
gatin dey RELY am, jedge. Yo' see.
wuz de paster at Postum Holler, an
dere wan muffin but peace an good
will in my congergashun tell de dea-
cons gun at me to marry. My wife, yo'
know, been dead sev'al mont's."
well. you didn't object to that, did
youT And the judge gave Uncle Han
kins knowing wink. -
"Well. sab, wan jes' zackly sho'
bout de mattah. lowed | wuz putty
comftable wild my daughter Kyarline,
so I said to de breddren eff hits all de
same I'd jes' stay lax I wuz But, no
sab; dey low hit mout mex scanned, an
hit nd be better fur de chu'ch eff I'd
git me a pardner FUN among de sis
ters; dat hit kinder keep de sisters in o
stew when de pastors a widow man."
TOO many Of them with an eye on
him, eh, Uncle Hank?" put in the
judge.
well, | dunno bout dat, Jedge." said
Uncle Hank modestly. but de bred.
dren dey put de matter so strong dat
fin'ly concluded dat eff Zion cain pros.
per under de preachin' OBJ a widow
man dat widow man could put a stop
to de trouble, an so'-
80 you concluded to take wife. did
your
"Well, not jes' zackly dat strong,
an see how de lam lay, an eff my eye
light on de per pusson an de proper
pusson's eye light on me-
why, the matter would be easy
enough, of course. That's perfectly nat.
ural. Uncle Hank" The judges court
seemed for the time being to be trans
formed into the court of Cupid.
well. sab. | browse erroun' 'mongst
de sisters sev'al mont's an come to de
conclusion dat Sist MERCY Fender.
grass jes' bout fill de bill an when
'scuss de matter wild her she low she
hahn no detection; dat minister's
wife am a mos lubly an mos holy
calm But Sist' Mercy say she hahn
no regler 'bidin' place. bein' a lady
what mostly hiahs out, so de weddin
'u'd halter be kinder privit, douten nc
kyards. no poun' cake. no TODD OBJ no
sawt.
But dat sawter didn' suit me. ! stole
my fus' wife. hit bein' slave times, an
jes' had feelin' dat eff gwine marry
ergin didn' want no sneakin' off in de
dawk onbek nownst lax SO tole Sist
MERCY dat eZ ! wuZ enterin' de holy
state OBJ mattermony fur de good OBJ dc
chu'ch mot meanin' no sinnywations
'ginst de LADY, | low de church ort TO
stand de spense. an 'nounce at my
next ointment dat dere 'u'd be perseed
ms OBJ mos onushal intrusi at my
daughter Kyarline's de next Tuesday
night an all dem dat wuZ willin' to
fetch a poun' er so OBJ welcome needn'
stan back fur no fudder invite
"Dey cotch on. an ebberwhah / Went
fur de mex few days yo' could smell de
poun cakes an de towels De deaconf
dey all seem mighty pleased an low
hits de bes' ting could er happened tC
de chu'ch, meanin' dat | wan gwine
stay a widow man no longer An Sist
MERCY she wuz jes' ez smilin' ez q
basket OBJ chips. an didn' no mo- dis
trus' 'er den distrus' 20 honnah or
de bench. made sho' she wuz straight
goods, all wool an yard wide an nc
spots.
$50 hustle erroun an scratch up de
money fur de license. a-feelin' mo- set
tleder an mo- contenteder den | Ii
gence my fuS' wife went TO glory"