The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-09-01


But be dat all as is may, honey"
said the old woman, after pause, got
nuthin' tall to do wild what Ise gwine
say, an dat is dis: dat the day when
Mr.. Butterfly had rid up to de pos Of
flee TO to git his mail"
Rode up to the post office to get his
mail, Aunt Matilda?" repeated the lit
tie girl, in doubling, questioning
manner.
Il done said, honey" replied the old
woman, slowly and precisely, dat one
day when Mr.. Butterfly had done rid
up to do pos Office TO to git his mall
an dats jes de percise words of Mr..
Wizzle Wuzzle hisself, chile-Mr. Coon,
what was de postmaster, say 'Howdy.
Mr.. Butterfly? How is yo' a-feelin' to-
day, sah?' An Mr.. Butterfly, rs hs
done TUX his mail from Mr.. Coon, say.
'Howdy, Mr.. Coon? Ise a-feelin' 50
well today sab, thank yo', sab, dat Is
filled wild 'stonishment, sab, at de
height of my pufiick wellness, sah."
Den, honey, 'cording to Mr. Wizzle
Wuzzle, Mr.. Coon, 'spress hisseh to de
iect dat dere's sech thing as bein'
too well in dis here worl', an he 'vised
Mr. Butterfly dat eff he has a'feelin dat
well hiself he'd see de doctur right off.
fas, vas, Mr.. Coon, says Mr.. Butterfly,
knows pufilckly well, sab, all dat yo'
gwine say, but yo'll 'scuse me, sab,
when says, as | does, sab, dat I'll wait
TILL Use sick, sab, befo' seein' de doctur,
sah.' An wild dat, honey, Mr.. Butter
NY jumped on his horse an rid off. But.
as he done rid off, ole Jedge Owl looked
up from de paper date had jes' come
in his mail, an"
DO owls read the papers, Aunt Ma
tilda?' asked the little girl.
Use never seen no owls a-readin' of
de papers, honey" replied the old wo-
man, but Use been here too long.
chile, fo' to b'lieve onliest what | sees.
an as Mr.. Wizzle Wuzzle stinctly say
dat ole Jedge Owl was a-readin' of his
paper, course dat's huff fo' me. But
Wedder he was a-readin' de paper nur
sumthin' nuther else got nothin' tall
TO do wild de fac dat, as Mr.. Butterfly
rid Off down de road, ole Jedge Owl
ups an says to Mr.. Coon: Use inclined
to b'lieye wild yo, Mr.. Coon, dat, deres
sech thing as bein' too well in dis
here worl', an l furder blieves wild
yo', Mr. Coon, dat when yo Is a-feel-
In right smart mo- den jes' toler'ble,
den dat's de time fo' to look up de
doctur bout it. An sure 'nuff, honey,
MI Coon an ole Jedge Owl was right"
There the old woman stopped, as IL
she had nothing more to say, which she
often did when she had reached an
interesting point in her stories, but
the little girl well knew she would con-
tinue, so she kept very quiet, and then
the old woman said:
'As | was a-sayin', honey, Mr.. Coon
an ole Jedge Owl know what dey is a.
talllin bout. An yit it done happen
sooner den dey imagined it was gwine
happen
What was it that happened SO soon,
Aunt Matilda?' asked the little girl,
as the old woman again most provok-
ingly stopped.
We'll, honey, nuthin' mo- nur less"
she continued, den de fac dat Mr.. But
terfly drapped dead while he was a.
laughin' an a-talkin' at de supper
table dat evenin'. An he die dat sud-
den, honey, dat Mr.. Wizzle Wuzle say
dat lots of de folks didn't know nuthin'
tall bout it till dey see de funeral per-
cession a-comin down de street an
hear de ban a-playin' at de head of
it."
with band at the head of the pro-
cession, Aunt Matilda?" interrupted the
little girl. why, Aunt Matilda, |
never heard of such a thing as but
terfly's funeral"
well, honey" remarked the old wo-
man, 81 never heard of it nuther til
Mr.. Wizzle Wuzzle done tole 1t to me.
But Mr.. Wizzle Wuzzle he 'splained to
me dat Mr.. Butterfly was a great s'clety
s'ciety, an don't know what all else
s'ciety, so dat mo- scieties done turned
out to Mr.. Buterfys funeral den kin
tell yo' bout. An wild all dem s'cieties,
honey, Use wonderin' why dey didn't
have mo- den jes' one BAN.
But, honey, dey only had dat one
ban Use a-tellin' yo' bout, an yit dat's
got nuthin' tall to do wild de fac dat
Mr.. Butterfly done die sudden. An
what's mo-, chile, de docturs don't
know no mo- what's de matter with
Mr.. Butterfly, 'cept dat he's dead, den
yo' nur me. But knows dis, honey.
dat Mr.. Wizzle Wuzzle say dat Parson
Crow, dat 'fciated at de funeral, say to
de mo'ners an de udder folks: Bred
deren an sisters, on dis monful cas-
ion, | wants to spress on yo' de I'M
po'tance of a-seein' de doctus when yo'
is a-feelin' right smart mo- den when
yo' is Affecting right smart mo- den
jes tolerable. To feel jes tolerable in
dis here worp of sin an triblashuns,
bredderen an sisters, is bout all we
POI miserbul sinners is titled to feel,
an | wants to warn yo' bredderen an
sisters, dat when you gifts to a'feelin'
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