The Baltimore County union, the Towson news., 1909-12-04

ercomin' wen de bones gin ter rattle
an de bref am blowed on 'em an de
iints knit tergedder. Halleluja
Will you be dar ?"
Vas, sir Y-a-s, sir |" And
Alec's promise was voiced from every
part of the little frame building.
Sis Tilly, whar yer gwine ter be /?
In de lowlands er sin an sorrer, or on
de high plains er C'ristin' 'sperience?'
Sister Tilly shook her two hundred
odd pounds of flesh, and with We
hement nodding of her plated kinks
announced her determination to be
present when the day of jubilee should
dawn.
Lapsing into a tone of severity,
Brother Andronicus began to admon-
ish his hearers that to gain the eternal
reward more vigilance would be re-
quired by those whose daily walk in
life must bear closer inspection.
I spec dey're III be mo marryin'
an mo- givin' in marriage in desc
yere parts oh dish yere moral vim
yahd eff yo' all's tends ter fill yer
CONTRACTS wild ole Gabril. Desc yere
long cou 'tships boun' ter stop, even
eff de cabin am filled wild pick 'ninnys.
Y-a-s-'r. dey III hev ter start dey's
u'tships over an be 'nited in de
bon's er wedlock, 'cawdin' to de
Scripters
"Dey's 'Lige an Solomon an Isrel
wat lay down dere at de Cross Roads
sto'. whar dey keeps de cheep whisky
an beer-de debbil's own tools fo' to
make no-'count niggahs-er lappin
up all de suds an gin an strong drink
dey can lay dey're hans on twell
dey's soused ter de gills, astid o. bein'
in de 'tater patch and cohn-fep.
Spec dey gwine ter put on de shinin'
robes an wing dey're fight to glory ?
N-o-o-o M-m-ml Angel 'terial not
made OBJ sich stuff. IT amt gwine
ter hep 'em ef dey shouts Amen I
an Bless de Kingp an Hep LawdP
loud'n ennyboddy else. Sinner, yo'
heah me /! Oh, wat es sech er sinner
like?
You Lazzyrus Eff yo' spec to
lay yo' head on Abrum's buzzom
you'se got ter git dem ugly temper
wrinkles out'n yo' fuzzy-whiskered
face an give some civil remarks wen
yo' am addressed"
Pausing for a moment or so to re-
gain his breath, which had reached
an asthmatic and wheezy tone ard
had become exhausted by his violent
denunciation of sin and therecounting
of the shortcomings of the male por-
ton of the elect of his flock, Brother
Andronicus turned his attention to
the female portion OF his congrega-
ton, which came in for vigorous
share of the lash. Addressing one of
them who occupied front seat and
who had been especially loud in CIV
ing approval to the speakers words,
he said
AN heah's ole Aun' Priscilla.
Aun' Priscilla, wat yer tink gwine ter
happen wen dem bones an jints gin
ter rattle i? / reckin' Aun' Priscilla
know de hull Bible clear through
from de Gyarden of Eden to de New
Jerus'lum," continued Brother An
dronicus, with an appreciative look
at the dusky faces before him. But
| tells yer all dat Scripter' not gwine
ter save her eff she doan' quit her
naggin' Unkle Eph an er scoldin'.
Ole debbil-sarpint slick an boun' ter
fool her, same as he done Mudder
Eve wen he glib her one of dem yaller
pippins.
''Heah's Sis Mandy, too. Wen
she got 'ligin' she happier n de man
wat done foun' er gol mine. But
fear wen de dry bones gin ter rattle
hit III give her er heap o. trubble wen
dat White Hoss an he Pale Rider
come er clompin' erlong ef she doan'
quit runrin' 'roun' tellin' tales on
oth'r wom'n's husbun's' an caus'n
'em ter tell mo- lies dan Mas an
Sofry.
''Aun' Laura, eff yo' doan' quit yo'
lallygaggin' roun' bout oth'r peepuPs
bizness yo' III sho'ly fall shot O. de
kingdom-cum. Wat yer want ter do
am ter keep yo' two hans in de wash
tub, an wen de hams not bizzy in de
wash tub yo' want to have 'en bizzy
like dat Darcus CONAN a-sewin' but
tons on de trousers of de heather an
er maxim skirts an shirt-wais'es TO-
yo' sisters in Afrika. Yo' heah muh
proclamat'n ma'am? Dat grabe-
yahd in de valley gwine ter git er big
rustic on hitsef wen ole Gabril toot
his holm, an yer want ter git ready
ter company him.
DE Lawd pIomis' dey's gwine ter
be no mo- sickness, no mo- pain, no
mo- sorrer, an heah set ole Aun'
Car'line wild her knee jints an her
ole hans all crippl'd wild rumatism.
But de King gwine ter make 'em ole
black hans all rite an straiten out de
iints wen dem dry bones rattle an
gin ter hop erbout ef she KEEP de
faith. Has yer done hit ?"
Aunt Priscilla gave low chuckle
of delight and with uplifted arms
and swaying body declared she was
now ready to 'iiine de shinin' ahmy
wen dey cum anna chin erlong."
Turning to his audience and adj
dressing them collectively, Brother
Spencer expatiated at some length
upon the temptations of sin and how
easy it was to fall into the snare OF
the tempter.
"Dey's peepul all erbout yer wat
am sinners an you all done know hit.
Dey's all er eatin' at de same table
like de flies on de paper watts sot TO-
ter ketch 'em. Dey're dey are ketched
by dey laigs an dey're wings. Dey
| make nifty loud buzz wen mother
one in de trap; but 'tain't no use,
dey's held fas'. Erlong come ernuther
fly; he think hisse'f SO bol an
stronger dan de others ; he buzz little
nearder de paper an fust ting ole
sassv fellah kno' he kOtched. Tells