The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-08-08

better light on the unfamiliar writing of some address or as may have been to read some postal card. My letter was down near the bottom of the pile and i began to despair.
 The postmaster was at the front win dow scratching his whiskered ears over the address of some letter when a little bit of sun-bonnetted girl from a neigh boring farm trudged in. She had two dozen eggs in basket and a list scrawl- ed by her mother of the things wanted at the store in exchange for the eggs.
 " How de do Zenobe,' the postmaster greeted the child, returning from the window when he heard the batter of her bare feet 'How's yo' maw? An has that boil on yo' paws neck come t @ haid yit honey? To all tell yo' paw that An say 10 him to put some f1axseed poultices on that boil, yo' heah, Zenobe? Now, what yo all goin' to tell yo paw? Flaxseed l pouitices? That's 1t. To all get it right Now yo' tell him sho, heah me- Zenobe?
 Then he picked up the pencil-scrib- bled list of things that the childs moth CT wanted In exchange for the eggs. l 1T m,' commented the postma ster To maw sho' wants up heap O things 10 twenty-fo aigs, Zenobee, she sho' do
 T was afraid he was going to fix up the articles for Zenobee's nav then and | there' before finishing sorting over the letters, but he didn't. He started back TOT the letters when there was a hail for nm rom out in the foad He walked around the counter and opened inc screen door
 Nuthin' fo' yo' all s mo min, Zeke. ne said to the man in the wagon out in front. Whut yo' all expectin'. a let tun rom Willum Jennin's Bryan? Heh. neh, heh! Hows yo' con ripenin'. Zeke ? Klght smaht O rain, hey? Yo' folks all well? Say, zelse, An wish yo' all d send me some peaches. Hain't got arv peach ntten t eat, nary peach
 Inen the postmaster returned behind the counter and got at the mail again. IL was hVe minutes past twelve and there was then no chance in the world for me to make my train. He reached my letter about ten minutes later.
 TO say this heah 1ettuh's fo yo-all?' ne inquired of me. holding my letter ont In front of him. Whats yo'-all's name 9 ana the shoulders of tn wool matters shook once again in anticipation of some more fun with the Tank told the post master my name.
 That's tn name on this heah let tuh,' said the postmaster with obvious reiuctance, but how do An know that | this heah lettuh b'longs t yo'-all? Know anybody heah to identify yo-all? on, I've sold goods to lot of mer- chants In this county I said to him. But can't-and I won't-drive eight or ten miles to drag one of them over here to identify me. You can let me have the letter or not, Just as you please. or hurl it to the dead letter office
 VI believe I was justified in feeling some sore around the neckpiece at that stage of it. My shortness however. amused the postmaster nightly. I caught him winking with acute enjoy ment at the one-galluses
 ] 'Yo'-all jes' name some merchant | whut knows yo'-all,' he said to me, an' Ah'l phone him an git yo description.
 T swallowed a gulp of wrath and named a storekeeper in the county seat town to whom I had sold several bills of goods He rang that merchant up, and presently he was saying in the tele- | phone:
 !, H'lo. That yo'-all. Dave? Hey, Dave. l dy0-au know a dipper- -dapper little Yankee feller, claims t be a drummer or somethin' by tn name O Blank. says 1 he's done sold yo'-all goods-snappy kin Of proposition wears cute checked cloes an shoes 'thout no blackenin on 'em an green necktie an a stra what | 'ith lot O toweIin wrapped round 1t in folds an talks missy out O his teeth an acts like he's in a pow'ful hurry | whuts that? Yo-alI know him, hey? All | right. Dave. Jes' wanted tuh be sho'. v | know Hows things? Heah o'-all' S goin' t run f road supuhvisoh. Hey? | sho' yo'-all will git nah vote, Dave | yo'-all an Wilum Jennins Bryan, and | then the postmaster hung up the receiv- | CT and shot a look at the one gallusses