Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-02-27
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verge err not. My honabul 'ponsnt,
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. Yit 1t sca'sely to be
b'lteve dat any er you would willin'ly
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 20 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 fis'
ovah dat mans head an screech out
how 1t all lies dat de slaves evan 'ceiye
SIGH treatments. Dat all lies, yo' pu'-
juh! he boiler. All lies, you misabul
thief! he boiler. All lies, an yo' know
1t, yo' low bawn siandah' an scoun'le,'
"An' wild dat MIST vanrevel he Ian
IN 70 pa face an tuhn to de crowd, he
did, an say, You reckon dat if dish
yuh man slave Ownah an slave had
anguhed him as l 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
EN-, an win de debate, case dey lass
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 a 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 er me-"
The old mans gravity gave way to
his enjoyment of the recollection, and
he threw back his head to laugh. "He
sho' did, honey! Uhuhl 10, no, ho!
he sho' did, honey; he sho' didg"
Nevertheless, as he lifted the tray
again and crossed the room to 20, his
solemnity returned. Missy" he said
earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall
In love wild you, witch knows he will
eft he ketch sight er you. femme say
dis, an please To- to bah in mine-bet-
ter have nuttin' do wild him tall TO- he
own sake, an Dove all keep him fur
way FUN desc Premises. Dom let him
come in mild er dis house."
Nelson, was that all the quarrel be-
tween themq
Blessed mussy, ain dat 'nough? Eff
dsy's any mo- ain hearn what dat
part Were" he answered quickly, but
with logged tightening Of the lips
which convinced Miss Betty that he
knew very well.
NELSON, what was the rest of it?"
please, missy, 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.
"Now, honey" he returned with
deprecatory shake of his head, II got
my own wu'k tend to, an 1 amt
nevah ak nobody what twas, an l
amt goin' ak em. An lemme jass beg
you foller de ole mans advice. You
do de same, case nobody amt goin'
tell you. All know is dat it come
later and were somep'n bout dat rip
rarin Crailey Gray. Yo' pa he sent
channelge to Mist Vanrevel, an Mist
Vanrevel fuse to fight him case 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 laf on yo' pa agin, an
he clare to God eff he ketch Vanrevel
on any groun' er his'n he shoot him like
mad dog. Pom my Twin 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!'
HE came home with me last night,
Nelson. told father so."
''Yes'm. Yo' pa tole me you say dat,
but he reckon you done it to mex him
madden, case you mad too. He say
he done see dat Crailey Gray comm
long de hedge wild you"
"He was mistaken. 1t 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
dom let him set foot in dis neighbo'-
hood xwhen yo' pa come back An,
honey"-his voice sank to penetrating
Whispering do lick or wu'k 60
in out in de stable an git down on my
knees an return thanksgivin' to de
good God case he hole Carewe street
In de darkness las nighty'
This was the speech he chose for his
exit, but after closing the door behind
him he opened it again and said cheer
fully: -
"Soon's git de trunk fix f yo' pa
bring 'roun' dat bay colt wild de side
saddle. Yo' better set bout gittin'
on yo' ridin' habit, missy. De roads is
mighty good dis sunshiny wedduh."
"Nelson."
| "Yes'm."
"Do you think such an attack as IA
ther had this morning-is-dangero
He had hoped for another chance to
laugh violently before he left her, and
this completely fitted his desire. "Ho,
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