Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-09-07

w hO tri,N iGt. wonder? ! had lp
shift FER myself. an ef I've acclmu-
/ lated anything il has been by my ow@
efforts. Fl ,,nyiggdy had set me nj, IT,
business AT that BOYS age I'd never
been wuth Il hii O beans
| Yes. an vou Jidut start out with
much acin you as Bob has" a,I-
! swered the cotton buyer. You wasn't
constantly surrounded by folks tcllin'
you yore old scrub of daddy was
I goin' TO die an leave you Il whole lot
O money, an bold on. I'm not
thrcugh'-as Hanks was about to
! speak d Whole community tellin
you you mustn't lay yore hands 10
menial labor. Yore daddy. from what
| hear. made you pull bell cord over
Il mules back tell You was twenty one.
an when YOU finally riZ to the dignity
O the junk shop you used to keep. you
considered yourself in high G. Why.
they say YOU never wore shoes tell YOU
put EN- on to vote in. They say Il
stranger put up at Lib's house one
night. Mr.. Hillyer. an Lib was standin'
up before the fire warmin' bissef. All
at once Lbs NANNY said. Henry.
thars coal o fire under yOre foot,
an Lib looked up, as lazy then us now.
an asked. in his slow way, Which
foot. map"
Hillyer smiled, but Hanks simply
grunted indifferently and began to look
over packet of papers which lie took
from his pocket. Jake came in to tell
Kenner that some cotton wagons We're
driving up, and kenner started out
he paused, and, coming back, he leaned
on the back of Il chair toward Hanks
You know how to take my fun, Lib.
he said, just touch of apology in his
tone. You see, | used to have Jest
sech gang as Bob's society crowd to
contend with" Kenner laughed 1t
was plain he had more to say in spite
of the pressure of business
when ! growed up it was wuss. il
anything. than now. 1t was jest a fter
the war; when nobody bad any thing to
put on style with, an every body want
ed to make good show to keep from
lookin' beat. Among the young men
jest naturally would work, an q pile
Of EN- that didn't seem to know how,
an us that knowed how seemed to keep
up the rest, fer they was eternally
a-borrOwin' our cash an never dream
in O. replacin' it. I remember thar
was one young feller, Fred Dinslow.
that kept my pocket change down to
low ebb. 1t went on SO long that
got to prayin' over it, an finally | got
the courage to put my foot down.
kept teliin' i'm didn't have it. He
knowed | did, an so did J. but | coul.
tell i'm that better'n anything else.
boca's he hated to dispute my word
as bad as ! hated to refuse i'm my
wages. Me m him was a-roomn to
gether an one day Niger All
Hardin. begun to banter me to sell i'm
Il light overcoat | was about through
with, an laid it out fer i'm. Well,
Fred noticed it a-lyin' out on the table,
an aXed me what was goin to do
with it. ! told i'm | was a-goin to
sell ii to ALI Hardin. Me n Fred was
a-lyin' smckin' on the bed, an he got
up all at once an put the coat on an
stood lookin' at hisse'f in the bureau
glass. He'd turn fust one way an
then another. like woman dressin fel
picnic. an then he said: 1T fits me
like glove, jim. How much is Alt
goin' to give you fer itY Five dollars
said I. Fred screwed about at the
glass q minute longer, an then he
said. 'Dern ef l don't give you five
fer it; it's Jest what | want Well
thar | was, a born southern gentleman
an room mate was akin to be pre-
ferred over niger, an not I; clinE
nur sight @ coin anyWhars around.
Well says l. after one O my silent
prayers fer fresh light IN let you
have it, Fred, but I'm needin' the
money right now, I'm needin' it frr
u particular purpose, that's the reason
I'm sellin' the coat. FIN needn' il
powerful bad Oh said he as lie
tuck off the coat an put il i'm his
trunk, 'I'll git the money fer You In
eXpectin' some next Monday. | know
brown, but didn't know my crust
was burnt to cinder. The next day
was Sunday, an a nigger bapti~in
day, an in the black procession headed
fer Mill Creek | seed All Hardin
among the elect, on his way TO be bap-
tized, with my overcoat on. II WAS a
solemn OCCASION, but | was mad.
stopped Alf an aXed i'm whar he
got the coat. Marse Fred DinSlnw
sol it to me. sub he said. How mach
lid you pay i'm fer it| l aXed i'm
Five dollars. suh.' said Aft; he trieu
to git six. but l didn't have it. At
another time. Fred-but l see that cot
ton wagon out in front, an I've got
to git q move on me-"
Hillyer was alone in the Office when
Bob Hanks and George came in. flushed
and hot, their task finished
You are the right kind. George" the
old man heard Bob saying IN Il CRATE.
full tone, land I'm not going to forget