The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-01-30
MOORISH SLAVEFOR SALEHERE
s,.uPTOMS ARE THAT HE WILL
EVEN BE GIVEN AWAY.
Ab,niom IS Getting 10 lie TOO Much for
thc Cllbrrt white StudlO-IIe's n slave
IA, Profession Not COmpulsion-Any
,drrgrountGAlailrond Welcome TO Iiim


tpdergrountaiailroad Welcome 10 Him
cibert White, portrait painter, has a
,t,ori.b slave named Absalom. That Is,
H., bod Absalom may have been sold in
o,o, market by this time. because 1t was
sn,ounccd Yesterday that he was going
"nder the hammer. Any one who wants
Sao Moor feet tall. chest AZ inches,
hrep. II. hits $50 on the punching ma
atre should apply before it is too late to
G White, painter
.,s,lon Is a real slave, That's straight.
I, -pite Of the fourteenth amendment he
,cp,aius a slave. He insists
An American Snowman went TO Morocco
D. cot natives for the St. Louis fair. He
r,i.ed quite a bunch, and incidentally
r,ade n great hit with the Sultan by his
rotations of Casey at the Bat and
.rreda Leon. the Dread Boy Road Agent. "
Co when the Sultan said good-hy to the
,hov,nan hc sent vizler to the harem
t,- his finest slave. The vizier brought
t,ck Al4alom. who's dnsman OF Raisuli,
,be aRalsuH dead" Raisuli and was cap
,red in a raid So Absalom went TO ST.
ro,is with the show. All this on the au-
,boritv q the showman's press agent, who
,,or. ont Of the tale right here. OF course
Clbort White doesn't have any press agent
That is why the rest of this tale is so true.
When the show broke up the Snowman
didn't want Absalom any more. Neither
did he want 10 send him back to Morocco
So he oYered him to White.
He'll never know the difference, said
,bo Snowman. Holding slaves Is against
tho law. or rather it amt sanctioned, but
D,s all right He couldn't live any other
vav and in them clothes he'd look great
IN studio.
weu. Mr.. White didn't want to go against
the fourteenth amendment, so he left 1T
10 Ah.alom through an interpreter. All
,alom chose slavery. He was all for 1t,
and besides he liked the looks OF the studio
He didn't know any other way OF living
So Mr. White became the only slave owner
In New York
This is straight The rest Of this story
Of Ahsalom and Gilbert is only common
truth This is preferred truth.
So Absalom abode in the studio. and
sawed himself a few new Moorish clothes
when the old ones wore out, and became
domestic Jewel. After he was once told
how to do a thing he did it perfectly there
after. He learned to cook and to serve tea
In such a manner as to enrapture the ladies'
who came to have their portraits painted.
He made only one break in the early stages
Of his tuition He'd peen taught how to
wash clothes. One day Mr. White spilled
oil on his best new sack suit. Absalom
was doing the washing that day and in went
the suit with the rest Of the wash. 1t was
boiled. scrubbed. rinsed and dried, and
when Absaloms employer saw II again II
was in such "A condition that even the old
clothes man wouldn't have IT, AbSalom 3
way Of mixing up towels and napkins was
also embarrassing When at studio
dinner he approached the chaperon with
low bow and spread u siS-foot Turkish
towel over her lap II took a lot OF explain
6don Still, these were only incidents.
But Ab-alOm has certain warped Moor
tn IDEAS about the conduct of masters
toward servants and servants toward
masters It's all right for him to get fami-
lar with his master or one of his masters
guests He's fond of slapping them on
the back and Of Offering TO shake hands
with them That's all right he thinks.
1t Is like u dog waEging his tail or cat
rubbing against your legs. But let MIR.
White or his friends return the slap, and
les shocked and angry all through. That
il considerable for Absalom is OF the James
j. Jeftries class.
NpH. Inc oiOPT lnBnt Onllt hlIhLlBtl IL
stag dinner for four in the studio. One OF
the guests was Emory Pottle. magazine
editor and fiction writer. Another was
one whom Mr. White wishes to have desig-
nated as Jones. Jones is in the shadow
weight class physically. He had never
lcen up against Absaom before SO
when tho slave. liking the looks of Jones,
slapped him on the back, Jones slapped
In return To prove that he was really a
good fellow and liked Absalom, he slapped
again and yet again.
Ahsaiom dropped the tray lie was carry
ing and strobe into the kitchen. Fore
seeing trouble White and Pottle followed
him.
Ahsalom was standing before the sink,
drawing bread knife across a,whetstone.
Now and then he would stop to feel its
edge Then he'd point its hilt toward the
unconscious back of Mr.. Jones, who was
gazing at new painting. Then he'd whip
the back Of the knife across his throat and
make bis palate 20 "crr-rr-r-r!' in dread
fu fashion.
'sla.l We take the knife away whis-
pered Pottle TO White.
Can't whispered White. trying 70 be
calm You ought to see him stripped III fix
him And in their private pidgin Eng
lsh he said TO AbsGlom:
Don't hurt him. He's crazy"
This is the way we treat crazy people
In my country said Absalom, and he
described four curves with the blade and
let II rest over his heart, where he gave it a
oonvulsiye thrust
Don't kill him now said Mr.. White, (
still in pdgin English. you'll spoil the
dinner He'll come again"
Al right, said Absalom I'm get him,
though and he stuck the bread knife in
the folds Of his robe and went on with
dinner
The dinner wasn't wholly a success.
Absalom insisted on standing behind Mr..
Joness chair. Now and then when he
caught Mr. Politics. eye he would make
more gestures toward his throat.
Just after the roast was served. White
and Pottle. watching from the tails Of their
eyes, saw change come over the feature
Of Ahsalom. The Moor began to creep up
on Jones. He was close behind Jones's
chair his left arm crept over the shoulder
OF his victim; his right hand crept into the
iolds Of his robe, where the bread knife
lay hidden
Il vas a moment OF tension. Pottle half
tose from his chair; White tried to remem-
Per the first fall in jiu-jitsu-and then
Atsalom's hand dropped 10 the table and
g7spct dish; and Absalom himself dis
sppeared through the portieres into the
kitchen
>. WHAT'S tho matter with you. white7
lou don't look we'll" said the unconscious
oh nothing. It's a little warm in here