Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-05-13
AT THE BIG HOUSE.
Mr.. Bear Tends Store for Mr., Fo1

| to Mr.. Hare"
Relation" she asked; you mean wat
akin she? No kin t ALL scusin' by
| ma'iage: kase she wuz his wife, chill; an
| after she live wild him so long time, she
| got eZ triclsh ez wat he wuz, an OATS
| sayin' heap. She wuz a mighty smart
| CONAN. an she knowed how ter read an
write. an, watts mo-, she cu'd mummick
| de writin' er mos any pusson she wanter.
| an dat comes nigh gittin' her inter a hull
| passed. er trouble onct, but she wuz so slick
| she wiggle out jes' in time. Hit wuz lax
| dis: Fox he done tried his han at huntin'
an fishin' an farmin' w.dout mellin' much
| Nv fist at any I'm EN-, an las he set him
up a Ill sto' at de crossroads; one'r desc
yer sto's whar de folks brings a lii haid-
turn er truck an trades hit fer bacon an
meal.
''One day Mis- Molly -Cotton-tail, she done
ruined outer stump n ter eat, an de chillen
wuz hongry an baiggin fer vittles. She
say to husSe'f: Desc chillen gwine run me
stracted. halter stay home yer an lissen
at all der bodderment lies der paw goes
cavawtn' roun' de kyountry enj'yin' hissef
nightly. Tain fair. But nemmne 1 got
ter feed desc chillen. an l knows wat I
gwine do
Wild dat she sot down an tucken a
! piece er paper an a ink-bottle an quill
an she stuck de quill behime one year
an Sot dar Studyin an runnin' her fingers
thu her hyar 'twel she got de marter all
fix up in her min Den she tucken de quill
an writ a order ter Mistah Fox fer a bag
er meal an a shoulder er meat, an she
tuck an signed Mis- Fox's name to hit,
Jes zackly de way she done seed Mis-
+ write her name one time Den she
sot down in de do an wait fer some pus-
son ter pass by. Fus news you know. yer
come Mistah Bar amblin down de road.
By dat time he fergit how Mis- Molly done
laugh at him bout de pun'kins an Wen
she mex her manners to him. nice an
o oh nj talv Sha TN
KNOWN how he gwine treat 'er. but Wen
she see twuz all right she 'mence muchin'
him, kase she wuz a greet han ter fiatter
folks, an W en- she git things wu'k up ter
de proper pint, she say: ''Scuse me, Mis-
tab Bar. 1 is sentially a backward CONAN
an l hates ter AK favers, but my chillen
is honSry an no vittles in de house an
der paw UNI home. I be nightly 'bleeged,
suh eff you leave his order fer me al de
crossroads sto' an bring me de yittles on
yO way back
he tucken de order an lef' hit at de sto'
an den got de bacon an meal on de way
back an fetched hit ter Mis- Molly.
'Twan't long TO 'twuz all ct up. an
'twan't long neener, TO Mistah Fox fin
out de vittles wuz lief wild Mis- Molly
stidder wild his own OF CONAN. an he
'clar he gWine git even wild 'er fer forgin'
his ol-oomans name.
Mis- Hyar' she ain KNOWN he foun' her
out, so one day she go inter de sto ter
trade biggitty ez you please an he up an
step out. She kind smell a mouse, an
she tell him she amt got time fer ter
tarry. Den he tucken her by de scruff er
de neck an tie her up good an tight. an
he say sezee: 'Uh-huh! Forge my OF
| DOMAINS name will you? Eat up my meal
| and bacon. hey? Trash er de WORT I
gwine go out an git me cowhide an
gin you de bes larrupin you uver has had
er uver is gwin ter git
He went out an lef 'er dar studyin'
bout de fix she wuz in, an mos pussons
frrI F.,1t clynn Ar an x,-',, 10,
nit but, bless yo soul, Mis- Hyar' want
| faze' by hit. She start in ter hummin'
oner desc gaily OF darnsin chunes an
pattin' wild her footses 'kase her hans
wuz tied behiYne her Las she bus out
at de top her voice inter de wuds er
| de song
Sam. Sam vuz a funny OIL man;
Fried his meat in fryin pan,
Combed his haid wild wagon wheel.
Died wild de toofache in his heel
Bout dis time some come santerin'
down de road an year de noise an poke
his haid in de do Who shu'd dat be but
Mistah Bar, an he say, seZee, Hey, Mis-
| Molly Cotton-tail, wat de meanin' er all
dis racket, an wat you dom all smart up
| in dat rope?'
well she low. I come yer ter git
some Colamel fer my sick chill an Mistah
Sly-foX he up an tell me he gwine gin a
party at his house tonight. an he ak me
fer ter stay an jine in de fun, an I low /
KANT, 'kase l halter git back ter my chill.
an he low dat dey KANT git long widout
my compny nohOws an dat he blieve L Sc
too stuck up ter 'socate wild his family,
an jes make up dat tale bout de sickness
er my chill | KEEP on telffn' him l kaint
stay. an las l say ! go home an teck de
colamel wild me an see how de chill is,
an come back. But he low, he did, dat
bud in de han wuf two in de bush,
| so he tucken de rope an tie me up dis-a-
| way twel night. Den he step out ter mex
| some reddyments fer de party an he ak
me fer ter mind de sto' w'iles he's gone.
| Yer | is, settin yer tryin ter keep my
min off my po' sick chill by singin' an
knockin time. You ain nuver bin a mann
my, Mistah Bar, er you'd know jes' how
! I'm feelin dis vey minnit and right dar
she let two big tears fall down on de flo,
| kerplashi
mems is right easy tucken in by a few lii
| oil tears, an he say dat he ontie her eff
| she say de wud an let her go. She say.
| Vas. sub but Mistah Fox he done spec
me ter see dat nuttin' git stole outer de
| sto': wat I gwine do bout dat?
! Bar he low dat he ain min tendin sto'
| a iii, an she tell him. Go ahaid den, an
| ontie me- Den she say he better let her
| tie him up in de same place so's't he KANT
| change his min bout stayin' fer de party.
| Bar say he want hankerin' after any gay
! doin'S, but eff dar wuz any Vittles ter be
'stroyed at de party, he wuz de man fer
| de place So he let Mis- Molly tie him up
an den she went clippin down de road.
o. Mistah Bar! o, Mistah Bar, / hope
YOU enj'y yo'se'f at de party Dey tell me
hit gwine be mighty small an s'lect
Tain sprise me eff you halter do mos er
de darnsin' yo'sef' Wild dat she went "a
kitin', an den she slip inter de bresh an
double an come back an squat down by
de sto' ter lisSen.
"Presny yer come Mistah Fox lopin,
back wild a greet cowhide in his ham an
he wuZ mon s'prise wen he see OIL Bar
all squoge up an tied fas' in de place whar
he done lef Mis- Molly Cotton-tail. Laws
a-mussy! seZee, wat in de name er de
ring-tail-roarers is de meanin dish yer
piece er bizness? Who done tie you up
dis-away? Dat Molly Hyar', I be boun'!
" De same, SEE do Bar. seZee.
" Hucome dat?' de Fox, seZee
Well, sub Mistah Bar say, she tell
NE you done tie her up ter mex her stay
fer yo' party tonight, an she say she
natcbely pinin' ter git home ter her sick
young un an she cry iii an baig a III,
an las / tell her l jes z lief teck her
place an tend de sto' an go ter de party
Fox he curl his mufstarsh an twis' de
cen up an look at oil Bar outen de corn
der Nv his eye an he say: Uh-huh is
dasso? You toll her dat, did you? You
willin' ter stay ter de party? Well, eff dat
de case kin you tell me wy she halter go
ter wu'k an do you up in all dem hard
knots?
Bar he say: OATS all right. I turn
her a-loose. an den she tie me up dis-a-