Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1906-02-27

Seii, al udI Ae uueSIly 90 nope you
goin have splen'id time whites he trab.
bin" NELSON'S Imagination covered
many deficits in his masters courtesy. !
/ say he reckon you an ole NIiz Tan
berry goin' git long mighty nice wild
one'nurr. An dass what me an Mamie
reckon 'spechually boun' to take place,
case dat a mighty gay lady, dat big
Miz Tanberry, an ole frien' 'er owah
family. She 'uz a frien' err yo' nom
mas, honey"
Miss Betty had begun by making q
pretense to eat only to please the old
man, but the vain woman's cookery
had not been unduly e1tolled, and Mel
son laughed with pleasure to see the
fluffy biscuits and the chicken wing not
nibbled at, but actually eaten. He was
an old house servant; therefore he had
seen many young ladies go through aun-
happy hours, and he admired Miss Bet
ty the more because she was the first
who had INDUCED in strong weeping
and did not shuttle at intervals after
ward. He understood perfectly every
thing that had passed between father
and daughter that morning.
When her breakfast was finished she
turned slowly to the window, and,
while her eyes did not refill, slight
twitching Of the upper lids made him
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 chair with his
hand, exchanging the position Of the
andirons in the fireplace, and, apparent
ly discovering that the portrait Of
Georges Meilhac was out of line, he set
1t 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 reps-
tition Of them he seemed profoundly,
though decorously, amused in way
which might have led to a conjecture
that the refrain bore some distant ref
erence to his masters eccentricity of
temper. At first he chuckled softly.
but at the final iteration Of "Chain dc
lion down" burst into outright laugh
ter.
Honey, my Law" he exclaimed, but
yo' pa de 'ceivin'dest mani He mighty
proud er your
proud of mer' She turned to him
in establishment.
Nelson's laughter increased. "Hain't
he jass de 'ceivin'dest manr Ysssuh,
he de sot uppest man in dis town
count what you done last night. What
he say dis mawn', dat jass his wayr'
"Ah, MOI" said Miss Betty sadly.
"Yes'm! He proud err 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 nighss' he
kin lay hans on, an dis mawn' it hap
pen soze 1t were you. honey. Uhuhl
You oughter hearn him las night when
he come home. Den 1t were me. Bless
God, 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
and occupied himself with prsparat3ons
for removing the tray.
Nelson, what is the quarrel between
my father and Mr.. vanrevel9"
He had lifted the tray, but set 1t
down precipitately, bending upon her
surprised and sobered countenance.
missy" he said gravely, "dey big
trouble 'twix dem two"
II know" she returned quietly.
"What is 1T"
"Wha' TO- you ak me, missy?"
Because you're the only one 1 can
ask. ! 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 isY'
"Yo' pa mighty strong TO- Texas"
els that ALP
'No'm, dat amt hardly de beginnin'.
Mist Vanreyel he ab'litionist."
well? Won't you tell meT'
Honey, folks roun' heah mos on 'em
like Mist Vanrevel so we'll dey amt
hole it up agin' him; but, missy, Of
dey one thing topper Gods worr yo'
pa do desp'itly and contestably despise,
hate, cuss an outrageously dominate
wuss'n yaller August spiduh it are
ab'litionist. He want stomple 'em
eye'y las one under he boot heel
'cep'n dat one Mist Crailey Gray.
Dey's considabul sprinklin' er dem
ab'litionist bout de kentry, honey.
| Dey's mo- dat don know witch dey is,
an dey's mo- still dat don keer. Soze
dat why dey go git up quol 'twi1 yo'
pa an dat man, an range to have 'er
on a platfawm de yeah TO de las
campaign, an, sub, dey call de quo'l a
debate, am all de folks come in FUN
de kentry, an all de folks in town come
too De whole possetucky on 'em sit
an listen.
"Fus' yo' pa talk. Den Mist Van
revel, bofe on 'em mighty cole an civ
ilized. Den yo' pa git WON up, missy,
like he do, case he SO useter have his
own way. 'Tain't his fault, he Jass
CANT help hollerin' an cussin' If any
body pose him. But Mist Vanrevel
he jass as suvvige, but he stay cole,
witch make yo' pa all de hotter. He
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