Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-28
At the Big House
Mis- Cat and Mr.. Frisky-M Mouse.

| "Gre't king said Liza when Aunt
| 'Phrony had finished the story of Mr..
Terrapins losses: ''gre't king Tarr pin
| sho' had trials an tribilashuns, same ez
we-a1l po' sinners is bawn ter go thu
| wild in dish Yer vale er tears. Dat sutny
wuz fipe tale Sis 'Phrony, an now we
] gwine lissen ter Sis Nancy, 'kase long ez
1 bin KNOWN her she alluz got sumpn
wuf yearin'. Ain dat de trufe, now? APP
pealing to the circle and meeting with
1 polite confirmation from everybody ex-
| cept Aunt 'Phrony. for it may be accepted
| as an axiom that there is not room
| enough for two professional story-tellers
| at the same freside, especially if they
| chance to be ancient foes.
| "'Scuse me, please, Sis Liza, Use feelin
| kind er tizzcky dis evenin,' said Nancy.
| a little offended at not having had hear
| ing before.
| 'Phrony shifted contemptuously lymph.
| tizzicky." said she, in an audible aside,
dat new name fer hit. Whyn,t she say
| she gittin OF an losin' her memb ance!
Aunt Nancy snorted and tossed her head
| defiantly OF! who OF? Well. ef dat
dom beat bob-tail. Wen you-all knows
| dat CONAN wuz liz oil no-kyount pic
| caninny, runnin roun yer wild her ny ar
| stickin' out In pigtails all over her haid.
| long befo' / wuz bawnded. Sho! l reckon
| 1 members mo- tales dan wat she is uver
year de names NV, so many dat l dunno
| whar ter begin. but b'lieve / gwine gin
| you one dat tell bout fool CONAN whar
| place her pennunce on de wud NV man
| an fin husse'f lef out in de col, here
| she looked significantly at Aunt Phrony,
| AN de name er de tale is Mis- Cat an
| Mistah Friskymouse.
| "Onct dey wuz a Ill mouse bin Twin
| down a dark hole fer right smart NV
| spell, an gnorrn' an gnorrin ter git thu
| inter de room whar folksiwuz Twin. Las
1 oft f1n ftrys an hn d k
| ways de flo an darnse an caper an kyar
| on, an set up on his ha'nches an ju'k his
| haid, fuSs diS-aWay an den data way,
| an drap down on all fo's an run inter de
| cornders. an peek an peer ev'ywhars wild
| dem Ill bright eyes err hisn. Oar want
| no pusson t all in de rom, 'scusin' big
| OF cat whar wuz snoogin' an snorin' by
| de fire. an he step so light he want
| feared err wakin her Holy Moses!' sezee
| ter hisse'f, dish yer my chanel, sho ez
I'm Twin sinner! Look out, OF lady,
any CONAN dat go ter sleep over her din
ner KANT kyount on hit bein dar w en-
! she wake up: nav, ma'am dinners too
sca'ce fer dat: dey ain layin' roun loose
| evy day in de week. I mus let out dish
yer belt er mine er / ain gwine be able
ter crowd hit all in
Wild dat he tiptoe up ter de plate whar
settin' by de fire an nibble away fer dear
| life on Mis- Cats dinner. Den he go darn
sin roun' some mo-, an he feel so gaily
an so sot UP 'kase he done finish de job
er gnorrin'. dat he say he blieve he
gwine on frolic, an he jes' natchully
| 'bleeged ter have some whisky. He go
! snif1in an snuffin roun', an las he spy a
| jimmyjohn err whisky settin' up on a
| high shelf But. bless you. he want
gwine let dat hinner him, fer ses to you,
gemmen an ladiz. dat eff a mans sot on
| gittin' a dram. he gwine climb a noun
| tain er dig down ter de baid-rock but
wat he gwine git de wufiess truck. an
nuver stop ter think bout bein' any trou-
| BILE, neener.
so he skunt up ter de shelf an elm
| ter de mouf er de jug an perched on de
| rim an gun ter sip de whisky. He dip
| down an git moufful an den th'ow back
/ his haid an smack his lips an lick de
draps often his whiskers Ian! LAM
| sezee, dish Yer de stuff l bin jes' match
ully honin fer dis long time. Seem lax
| hit go prezackly ter de right spot an
| timber me up nightly in my feeiin's.
| Den de dram gun ter mount UP in his
| haid an he done forgot whar he wuz an
| menced ter sing snatch FUN a ol-time
drammin song. whar runs dis-a-way:
Nanny tuck big dram,
Daddy tuck whopper;
When hit come ter my
halter lick de stopper
"Jes' den his footses slip an down he
go, ker-chug. inter de whisky. He spit
| an he sputter an scrabble roun' tryin'
| ter git out, but 'twant no use. Center
mans! dat 'uZ one time Wen he git his
fill er whisky. My LAM sezee ter hissef,
dish yers jes' de way you fin mos things
in dis life; heap mo- easy ter git in dan tbs
ter git out. PeaTS lax QeSe WHITE folks
got mighty iii sense, putin der drains
inter OF, slickry-sided bottles How kin
dey spec mouses ter git in an out er
sech contrapshuns. 1 LAX ter know He
see he wuz film up so fas' dat sump'n
gotter be done, so he squeak out at de top
NV his voice: Mis- Cat! Oh, Mis- Cat. Hi,
Mis- Cat! Please. ma'am, ter hep me
outen dis whisky.
Cat she open her eyes an blink iii
kind er slow-an' sleepy, an las she say:
Is my years done 'ceive me- er is year a
mouse? Mebbe done dream hit
Nav m. dat you didn! sings out Mis-
tab Frisky-mouse. ''Twuz a sho'-nuff
mouse, an Use him, up yer in de whisky
an wants you, please ma'am, ter climb
up an hep ME out
".Well. NV all de imp'ence" SEE Mis-
Cat ter hussef, seq she, an OATS de same
iii rascal whar done ruined way fun
me mo- times dan l kin kyount Him ter
call on me fer he'pH Den she say out
loud: 'Mstah Frisky-mouse l sut'n'y
LAX ter 'bleege you bout dis, but 1 gotter
tell you. think hit sarve you right ter
drown in dat whisky, 'kase you wuz
stealth de white folkses dram Wen you
drapt i'll. Vas. l think hit be bout right
fer you ter be lef ter die in de midse er
yo' sin, EFF mought 'spress myself dat
away.
Mis- Cat wag her haid an look sollum
she done fergit haow many times she bin
rogufn it in de white folkses cream Jug
She want de one whar git ketched dis
time, so she ac mighty pious over Mistah
He baig an he baig an he baig. an
las she say Well. hep you out dis time
Ell you promise me you set by de fire an
dry yo'sef good, befo you go Right
dar she wunk one eye at de fire an
smack her lips an seq she ter husse'f,
seq she, 1 gwine git me a mouse dis trip
shoes shootin
I'm co'se Mouse he gin de promuss,
'kase twuz mighty nigh time sup wild |
him, yit he want so fur gone but wat he |
wunk de one eye whar still 'bove |
liquor an ses ter hissef, 'Yasm vas
ma am jesse, ma am but j have you fer
ter know dat / want bawnded yistiddy
ner de day befo, ner de day befo' dat
an ain spec ter die ter-day ner tomor-
rer ner de day after
Soon z he gin de promuss Mis- Cat she
lipt up on de shelf AN retched paw
down in de jimmyjohn an fished i'm out. ,
an SUI! he sutn'y wuz stable lookin'
creetur, wild evy hyar on him plastered
down close ter his iii oil lean body. an
de whisky drappin' fun nose an eyes an
mouf. She cud a ct him den an dar but
she wanter have a iii fun wild him fus,
same ez cats alluz does wild de mouses
befo dey eats EN-. Seem lax dey injys !
'em heap mo- eff dey kin skeer 'em good