Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1909-02-13

bright still in the browA.h yel!Dn of what should be the whites; her chin sloped suddenly back to the throat ,n- medatcly under tke large under-hp; . few yellow fangs showed from time 10 time between her lips; her thick wool above her monkey;sl forehead vas thick ly sprinklel with white; she wore Il pia d cloth tied over the wool, but otherwise her gingtau dress was much like othe:s ronnd aba{t: with all the formess skull, s4e was Intelligent in d certain degree.
 In the sha! Of the trunk ot a trra Ton gave himsrlf up 10 Natcting her as inc r,rpachcr WaFfHed to his work and d lated upon the necessity of rePentan and confession.
 If Cliukrr had dictated fine sermon l.: coula moi better haV. said the words he vislsnl the grove was full of weird shad, oNs atcrnatcd by brilliant spaces of the light of | full iaeoH; the night WAS warm
 The min stcr grew more cloqucnt; hs words poured forth from his lips i'll fer. vid strcoL, of dcnunciatorv declanatina.
 sWhosoever among you has T secret sin locked in his breast; be that one III the flush of youth or in the slow, crawl. inp. frosty days of age; to that oBe l say, east if forth. Cast # forth! The deadly secret that is set in inc light of His coun- :enance-oh terrible thought, In the last f tI,.,t secret sin which is ali unknown to oui brethren while we walk in tue light ot day. respected. Then will He point to that awful, foul, putrid thing we cherish ed so fondy, and say. Depart dcPar' from me, ,ye accurscd!
 Dclilah fell down upon the grass and hid her face on the plank before her.
 'Oh Lord, have mussy done he4 Marsc Richard for to let me 'fess ds trufe-~but he won f Lord h- won t.,
 She suddenly recovered her self posses sion and rose and sat upon the scat again looking sharply around 10 see if anyoi2 had noticed her agitation; none had, ap rarentIv; she took no note of Cliuker sit tin. quietly in the shadow of the large tree trunk. As the sermon reached 1t: conclusion and the bcnedirtion fell hl' balm upon the rasped and narrowed sen sbiltcs of ne congregation, she rose te go; Clinker also rose
 'Don you want to ride home witt me, auntie9 l am here alone and eoutt just as well take you.
 Beli'aI hal associated freely as nurse and maid Miih white people all her life and to her there seemed nothing strange or unusual in this proposition.
 " Is you a Southern gen .lcnan, suh!
 "Not exactly; l have lived much in tn South however.
 s' thought you was Southern gen 'lcman. case you isn't feard fer to rid, Mid a ole black oman. Yas, suh, l vii 20 wid youall case dat shacklin old wag on done break all my bones.
 She had ridden in a neigh'~r s ole wagon which was indeed = shackIy. The soft cushions and nicely talanccf springs of Clinker'S cart were luxury tG her. By few leading questions he 2ot her soon to talking freely of the Soules
 ''My miss done come i 'on GaWgy and fotch me long. She didn t have no chller for q long time--tree of 'en died, den Marsc Richard he done come. When he | about two years ole, Ma,se Wiilnm he done marry a oman from the No f, , stuck up bigitty 'oman-~look at me las l 'se dirt. Marse Willum, he younger B Marse Jack Den was wah times; my miss an Miss Willum dey called her kind 'er quarl like, but not much, east aev's bofe ladies, but de feclin was dai tween No'f and Souf an dey didn t git long mighty we'll Ole Marse George dor. 'sist dey all live togedder in de big hous, hyar. When Marse Ge'ald was ba"n Miss Willum she done nuss him hersef list lsk DO white trash! H
 Delilah's scorn was Ineasufeless "Marse Ges ld's Yankee ma think hl too good for mo to nuss, an when M's Eleanor, she die, she say, 'Tske my baby Iilah; you kin raise i'm lak want. An SO 1 did raise him till he go to school He never could dress his 'sef. an Nara Oea I'd 'blige to dress his 'sel ease Mis- Willum done make him. Well, dey grow cd, and bcfo dey want Miss Aileen, an she done talk Marse Gea Id. Make Mar" Richard TOT pow 'ful case she won't havs him, an he done come to my cabin an swar how hoT get even, an stroy a1 dere happiness,
 "And did he' asked Tom, becoming excited.
 "Dey wasn :. no need fur him to ds nuhin, Marsc Gea Id done go do hls .'f writin ole Marso Gawge s hains " 'eu he ain t got no business fur to ds