Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-01

goodness gracious | amt got no ring!"
she exclaimed vehemently
Don't you lie to mel" vocferated
Aunt Dilsey, standing tmeateningly over
her. EFF you amt got it. what is You
done wild it: Tell me de truf now!
Nhar is dat ring? IF you don't Tess
mighty quick Use gwine to gin you one
of de worst beaein's you ever had in yo'
life
Caline sobbed out broken sentences to
the effect that she didn't have the ring
and hadn't had it. you jes' wait"
promised Aunt Dilsey. 'aIl' wen see eff
you don't feel mo- like ownin' up befo'
/ git through wild you. Use gwine to
have the truf eff | have to beat you all
night"
CaIine sobbed bitterly, but gave no
other sign of relenting.
Very well! Tomorrow I shall 90 up
10 de white house an say to Miss AMY.
Miss Amy, dat gal stouts out again me
an hardens her heart an stiffens her
neck. an / livers her over into vo'
hams. Den de pleeceman will come am
put chains on yo feet an han'cuffs on
yo' hans an take you to jail, am all
desc low down niggers roun' here will
foller long an pint de finger of scorn
at you, an say. Oar goes Dllsey Jack
sons gal what hilt her head so high, to
Jail for stealth from the young miss
what's been her bes' frien'. You will be
! but in de peniteshary whar dar is Weep
NJ and wailin' an snatchin' of teeth.
Ian KEEP on bread an water for de bal.
ance of yo' days" Aunt Dilsey was
wrought up to such pitch by her own
dismal picture that the last sentence
was a mournful shrek, and she rocked
back and forth in her chair while Ca
line stopped crying and regarded her
with wide eyes of terror.
Amt you agoin' to gin yo' nanny
dat ring?" asked Aunt Dilsey, coaxingly.
No response save renewed sobs.
Den prepar' yo' back for the smiter,"
and taking a bundle of switches from
the corner, she whipped her obstinate
offspring all night, as she had
threatened, but thoroughly.
Next morning Aunt Dilsey betoob her
self out into her little back yard, where
an enormous turkey cock, the last Of her
small flock of turkeys, was strutting up
and down in the bright sunshine.
"You'se pow'ful fat, goober," re-
marked Aunt Dilsey, some time later, as
she was engaged in performing sundry
mysterious operations with that part
of the birds anatomy commonly called
by the negroes the ''craw." EFF Mr..
Payne does the squar' thing by me thar
mought be enough left to buy me a leetle
drap o Spirits, after Use done paid for
dat ring, though Use always hearn dat
damon rings was mighty sca'se an high
dis year. O. what's dis?" and Aunt Dill
sey's monologue ended in a shrill cry
of establishment that brought Ca'line to
the door.
She found her mother holding up in
one hand a grisly portion of Coolers
internal economy, while in the other she
held-Miss Amy's ring!
1t took Ca'line half n minute to realize
the situation; then she rose to it nobly
wal, l declar! Ole Goober mus have
followed long unbeknownst to me. when
/ took dem clo'es upstairs!" she ex-
claimed, with a sidelong glance at her
mother to note the effect of this hypoth-
esis.
For a moment Aunt Dilsey wavered
while she weighed possibilities against
f7er strong desire to believe, but posi-
bilties conquered. "You outrageous
thief, an fool, an liar!" she cried, and.
dropping down heavily upon bench.
"
few hours and began to wall aloud.
Ca'line, very much frightened by this
unheardo of demonstration ON her moth
er's part, cast herself upon her bosom,
and howled in concert.
Il didn't 90 to steal it. mammy--I
clar' to goodness gracious l didn't
When | went lpsta'rs. | seed sumpin' a
shinin' in de sun on Miss Amy's bureau,
an | went to see what it was, an it was
dis leetle ring. an | ies' put it on my
finger to see how 'twould look, an den it
wouldn' come off emmy mo- / turn it
an twis' it tell | mos twis' my finger
Off an den Miss Amy called me an |
had to so down, an | thought l would
run home an git it off an bring it back
befo' she missed it, an / come in de
back way an got de soap an tuck it to
de well. an soap it off, an laid it on de
well curb while Use suckin' my so fin
ger, an old Goober he stood dar an say,
'gobble, gobble,' all de time, an when !
turn round de ring done gone. an I
thought | done knock it down de we'll,
an ole Cooler say 'gobble. gobble,' sorter
choked like, but | amt paid no 'tention
to him; an l seed Miss Amy comm an
ruined away"
Aunt Dilsey's bosom heaved tumultu-
ously as she pressed her youngest to it.
"Ca'hne you's a lair an a fool. but thank
hebbin my chile amt no thief! Now,
YOU finish fiXin' up Ole Goober, while !
run an splain dis matter to Miss Amy"
Daisy Rinehart in the New Orleans
Times Democrat.