The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-03-01
BY BOOTH HARRINGTON
Copyright. 1902. by S. S. Mcclure Co.
1tleman From Indiana" and IN

When her breakfast was finished she
turned slowly to the window, and,
while her eyes did not refill, a slight
believe that she was going over the
whole scene again in her mind, where
upon he began to move briskly about
the room with busy air, picking up
her napkin, busting a chair with his
hand, exchanging the position Of the
andirons in the fireplace, and, apparent
~ discovering that the portrait of
Georges Meilhac was out Of line, he set
it awry, then straight again, the while
he hummed an old "spiritual' Of which
only the words "Chain de lion down.
were allowed to be quite audible. They
were repeated often, and at each repe-
tition Of them he seemed profoundly,
though decorously, amused in a way
which might have led to a conjecture
that the refrain bore some distant ref
erencc 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 Law" he exclaimed, "but
yo' pa de 'ceivin'dest man! He mighty
proud CT your
proud of mev' She turned to him
in establishment.
Nelson's laughter increased. "Hain't
he jass de 'ceivin'dest man? 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, nor! said Miss Betty sadly.
"Yes'm! He proud er you, but he
teahbul mad at dat man. He hain't
mad at you, but he gotter cuss some
body. 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 it 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, ap-
parently unconscious Of her scrutiny
for removing the tray.
Nelson, what is the quarrel between
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''
II KNOW" she returned quietly.
"What is it:''
"Wha' TO- you ak me, missy?"
because you're the only one l can
ask. 1 don't know any one here we'll
enough except you.''
Nelson's lips puckered solemnly
Mist Vanrevel vote Wing, but he
ag'in Texas
"Well, what if he isl"
''Io' pa mighty strong TO- Texas"
tIs that all:''
"Nom, dat amt hardly de beginnin'
Mist Vanrevel he ab'litionist.''
well? Won't you tell me?'
Honey, folks roun' heah mos Oh 'em
like Mist Vanrevel so we'll dey amt
hole it up ag'in him; but, missy, eff
dey one thing topper Gods worr yo'
pa do despitly and contestably despise,
hate, cuss an outrageously dominate
wuss'n Il yaller August spiduh it are
a ab'litionist He want stomple 'em
eve'y las one under he boot heel
'cep'n dat one Mist Crailey Gray.
Dey's considabul sprinkln' Ell dem
ab'litionist bout dc kentry, honey.
Dey's mo- dat don know witch dey is,
an dey's mo- still dat dom keer Soze
dat why dey go git up Il quol 'twix yo'
pa an dat man, an range to have 'er
on a platfawm de yeah TO de las
campaign, an, sub, dey call dc quo'l a
debate, an all de folks come in fun
de kentry, an all de folks in town come
too. De whole possetucky on 'em sit
an listen.
Gus yo' pa talk. Den Mist Van
revel, bofe on em mighty cole an civ
ilized. Den yo' pa git wo'm up, missy
like he d. case he so useter have his
own way. 'Tain't his fault, he lass
CANT help hollerin' an cussin' if any.
body pose him. But Mist Vanreve]
he jass' as suvvige, but he stay cole
witch make yO IA all do hOttpr uc