The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1906-03-01

man oughter be given de pilverige to
sell another ner to wollop him wild a
blacksnake, whether he 'buse dat pil.
verge er not. My honabul 'ponent,
SIS he, Mist Carewe, rep'sent in his
self de 'ristocratic slave ownin' class
er de souf, do he live in de nawf an
'ploy free labor. VT it sca'sely to be
b'lieve dat any er you would willinly
trus' him wild de powah er life an
death ovah yo' own chillun, witch is
virchously what de slave ownah p'sess.'
missy, you jass oughter see yo' pa
den! He blue in de face an dance de
quadrille on de boa'ds. He leave his
cha'h, git up an run cross to de odder
side de platfawm an shake he fs'
ovah dat mans head an screech out
how it all lies dat de slaves evan 'ceive
SIGH treatments. Dat all lies, yo' pu'-
juh! he holler. All lies, you misabul
thief! he holler. All lies, an yo' know
it, yo' low bawn slandah' an scoun'le!'
AN wild dat Mist Vanrevel he laff
in yo' pa face an tuhn to de crowd, he
did, an say, You reckon dat if dish
yuh man a slave ownah an slave had
anguhed him as I have anguhed him
tonight, does any er you b'lieve dat
dat slave wouldn' be tied up an whip
ped tell de blood run an den sole
down de rivuh tomorrer?
"Well, sub, 'co'se mos on 'em b'lieve
same as yo' pa, but dat sutney fotch
'em, an win de debate, ease dey jass
natchully lay back an roah, dey did,
missy. Dey laff an stomp an boiler
tell you could "a hearn 'em mild away.
An, honey, yo' pad millyum times
druther Mist Vanrevel kilt him dan
tuhn de laff on him. He'd shoot a
man, honey, eff he jass s'picion him to
grin out de cOrnder his eye at him, an
to STAN up dab wild de whole county
far roahin' at limits de Gods
mussy he didn' have no aims wild him
dat night. Ole Mist Chen'eth done
brung him home, an yo' pa reach out
an kick me squah out'n' de liberty
winder soon's he ketch sight err me-
The old mans gravity gave way to
his enjoyment Of the recollection, and
he threw back jis head to laugh. "He
sho' did, honey! Uhuh! Ho, no, ho!
He sho' did, honey; he sho' did!'
Nevertheless, as he lifted the tray
again and crossed the room to go, his
solemnity returned. Missy" he said
earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall
in love wild you, witch I knows he will
eft he ketc:l sight er you, lemme say
dis, an please TO- to bah in mine-bet-
ter have nuttin' do wild him tall TO- he
own sake, an 'bove all keep him fur
way fun desc Premises. Dom let him
come in a mild er dis house,
NELSON, was that all the quarrel be-
tween them?''
BLESSED mussy, aim dat 'nough? Eff
dey's any mo- I aim hearn what dat
part were," he answered quickly, but
with a logged tightening of the lips
Which convinced Miss Betty that he
knew very WE'LL
NELSON, what was the rest of it?'
"Please, missy, 1 got pack yo' pa
trunk, an it time long ago fer me to
be at my wu'k." He was half out Of
the door,
"What was the rest of it?' she re-
peated quietly.
Nov, honey" he returned, with a
deprecatory shake of his head, II got
my own wu'k tend to, an I amt
nevah ak nobody what twas, an I
ain't goin' Ak 'em. An lemme jass beg
you foller de ole mans advice. You
do de same, case nobody amt goin'
tell you. All I know is dat it come
later and were somep'n bout dat rip
rarin Crailey Gray. Yo' pa he sent a
channelge to Mist Vanrevel, an Mist
Fanrevel fuse to fight him ease he
say he dom b'lieve shootin' yo' pa goin'
do yo' pa any good, an he still got
hope mekkin' good citizen outer him.
Dat brung de laff on yo pa ag'in, an
he clare to God eff he ketch Vanrevel
on any groun' er hisn he shoot him like
a mad dog. Pom my livin' soul, he
mean dem wuds, missy! Dey had hard
'nough time las night keepin' him fun
teahin' dat man to pieces at de fab.
You mus keep dat young gelmun way
fun heah!' . ..r.s
HE came home with me last night,
Nelson. told father so.' . g..
'Yes'm. Yo' pa tole me you say dat,
but he reckon you done it to mex him
madden, ease you mad too. He say
he done see dat Crailey Gray comm
long de hedge wild you.''
''He was mistaken. It was Mr.. Van
revel."
Nelson rolled his eyes fervently to
heaven. ''Den dat young man run
pintedly on he death! Eff you want
keep us all dis side er de Jawdan rivuh
don let him set foot in dis neighbo'-
hood when yo' pa come back! An,
honey'-his voice sank to penetrating
whisper 6 TO 1 do lick er wu'k I go
in out in de stable an git down on my
knees an return thanksgivin' to de
good God ease he hole Carewe street
in de darkness las night!''
This was the speech he chose for his
exit, but after closing the door behind
him he opened it again and said cheer