The San Francisco call., 1904-02-07

though decorously, amused, in a way
which might have led TO a conjecture
that the refrain bore some distant ref
erence TO his masters eccentricity Of
temper. At first he chuckled softly. but
at the final iteration Of Chain de
Lion Down" burst into outright laugh
ter.
Honey. my Lawi" he claimed,
But yo' pa de 'ceivin dest man! He
mighty proud er youi"
Proud Of me-" She turned to him
in astonishment.
Nelson's laughter increased. "Hain't
he jass de 'ceivin'dest mani Yessuh,
he de sot-uppest man in dis town
count what you done last night. What
he say dis mawn'. dat jass his way"
"Ah. no." said Betty. sadly.
"Yes'mi He proud er you, but he
teahbul mad at dat man. He hain't
mad at you, but he gotter cuss some
bodyi Jass reach out TO de nighes' he
kin lay hans on. an dis mawn' it hap
pen soze it were you, honey. Uhuh!
You oughter hearn him las night when
he come home. Den 1t were me. Bless
God. I amt keerin'. He weren't mad
at me. no mon he were at you. He
jass mad"
Miss Betty looked at the old fellow
keenly. He remained, however, appar-
entity unconscious Of her scrutiny, and
occupied himself with preparations 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.
Missy" he said, gravely. "dey big
trouble 'twix' dem two"
I know" she returned quietly
What is it7"
"Wha' 70 you ak me, Missy7"
Because you're the only one 1 can
ask. ] don't know any one here well
enough. except you"
Nelson's lips puckered solemnly.
Mist Vanrevel vote Whig; but he
ag'in Texas"
Well, what IL he is7"
''Yo' pa mighty strong 70 Texas"
rs that alp"
Nom, dat amt hardly de beginnin'
Mist Vanrevel he a Ablitionist."
''Wen2 Won't you tell me?"
Honey, folks roun' heah mos on 'em
like Mist Vanrevel so well dey amt
hold ii up ag'in him-but, Missy, eff dey
one thing topper Gods worr yo' pa do
desp'itly and contestably despise. hate
cuss, an outrageously dominate wuss'n
a yaller August spiduh it are Ab'li-
ZIONIST! He want stomple 'em eve'y las
one under he boot-heel, 'cep'n dat one
Mist Crailey Gray. Dey's a considabul
sprinklin' er dem Ablitionists bout de
kentry. honey; dey's mo- dat dom
know witch dey is; an dey's mo- still
dat don keer. Soze dat why dey go
git up quol twiX' yo' pa an dat man;
an range to have 'er on a platfawm
de yeah 70 de las campaign; an. sub
dey call de Quo1 a debate; an all de
folks come in FUN de kentry. an all
de folks in tcwn come. too. De whole
possetucky on 'em sit an listen.
"Fus' yo' pa talk; den Mist Vanrevel,
bofe on 'em mighty cole an civilized.
Den yo' pa git wo'm UP. Missy like he
do. case he so useter have his own
way; 'tain't his fault, he jass CANT
help hollerin' an cussin' If anybody
pose him; but Mist Vanrevel he jass
as suvvige, 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 bimeby
Mist Vanrevel he say dat no man
oughter be given de pilverige to sell
another, ner TO wollop him wild a black
snake, whether he 'buse dat pilverige
er not. My honabul 'ponent,' SIS he,
Mist Carewe, rep'sent in hisself de
'ristocratic slave-owin' class er de Sauf,
do he live in de Nawf an 'ploy free
labor; yit it sea 'sely 10 be b'lieve dat
any er you would willinly trus' him
Wild de powah er life an death ovah yo'
chillun, witch is virchously what de
slave-ownah p'sess.
Missy, you jass oughter see yo' pa
den! He blue in de face an dance de
quadrille on de boa'ds. He leave his
cha'h, git up, an run cross to de
odder side de platfawm, an shake he
fs' ovah dat mans head, IN screech
out how II all lies dat de slaves evah
'ceive sich a treatment. Dat all lies,
you pu'1uhr he holler. All lies, you
rnisabul thief he holler. All lies, an
you know II, you low-bawn slandah'
an scoun'le'
AN wild dat Mist yanrevel, he Ian
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 I have an
guhed him tonight, does any er you
bTieve dat dat slave wouldn' be tied up
an whipped tell de blood run, an den
sole down de rivuh to-morrer?
We'll, sub. co'se mos on. 'em b'lieve
same as yo' pa; but dat sutney fotch
'em, an win de debate, case dey jass
natshully lay back an roah. dey did.
Missy; dey lan an stomp an holler tell
yo' could a hearn 'em mild away.
An, honey. yo' pad a millyum times
druther Mist Vanreverd kilt him dan
tuhn de Ian on him. He'd shoot a
man, honey, ef he jass s'picion him to
grin out de carnder his eye at him; an
10 stan up dab wild de whole county
far roahin' at limits de Gods mussy
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 liberry winder
soon's he ketch sight er mel" The old