The log cabin Democrat., 1909-10-18
The HOOdOO
Copyright, by J. B. Lippincott Coo
By E. s. Bladen

Don't you ever pay him." i Pay him." she snorted, and gave a whitening glance before which I fed
 On a sharp winter morning she an nounced: The pipes are frozen and | I am having water carried in." From across the alley came a line of boys. girls and an Italian woman bringing up the rear, with pitchers, buckets and jugs. Hattie stood with her hands folded and her head thrown back marshaling them with her military eye All bowed profound ly as she closed the gate on them aft CT their services.
 She is a tall woman and, summer or winter, always dresses in white, which Is to say, wears & voluminous white apron completely covering her skirt and white kerchief crossed over her breast, the whole surmounted by white cap.
 Hardly had she solved the water problem when some carts arrived with coal from the mines. and these having no chutes, the question was how the coal was to be got into the cellar, Voicing this anxiety, Matte waved me indoors.
 Drive up, son." she commanded, and fearing he was an Irishman and might brain her with his shovel, re- treated to a parlor window, whence l saw the cart drivers shoveling all the loads across the wide pavement and doing various other services which were certainly not in the contract 1 had long observed that market people, grocers, etc, would never diff fer with her even when they were right and she had been mistaken, and asking one with whom l was friendly why this was. he said: "Oh, there is no use in making her mad, she Is queer"
 l Believing that happy life consists in prudent compromise, 1 ignored many of the mysteries, but one day 1 saw Hattie walking in the front door with a nicely Drowned chicken on plate in her hand. ,, T never cooked on a gas-stove bs. fore,' she remarked. smiling, so I went into Bedelia's an made her he't hers up fur me-"
 Bedelia was a first-class cook from Ireland, and this was wash-day, yet the conjure queen still lived. It was said that Bedelia was quite weak and nervous. however.
 It would seem as though this hoo dooist can call telepathically nearly Cho hac to1 od tn One Saturday afternoon she felt the need of a plumber. Very shortly plumbers boy came walking in. He said he would turn the water off and make repairs on Monday.
 You will fix it now," decided Mat tie, and he did. though he lost his half holiday.
 One day. feeling the need Of fash ionable society. the conjure queen asked my opinion as to whether a cer- tain Miss Loui or Mrs. Turner would most enliven her. I thought Mrs Turner would be the most ele- gantly attired, but she was at Allan tic City.
 She'll have more news, SO she1l have to come up," decided Matte. and sure enough, about p. m. Mrs. Fur ner arrived in black silk and rhine, stones, I heard her say quite excited ly: What is the matter? You kept calling and calling all afternoon. un- til just had to drop everything and jump on the five o'clock train"
 Except long silences with folded 
 external indications of this occult power. though as a weather prophet she is infallible in prediction and has knowledge of sun, moon and stars, and their movements which would put high school graduate to the blush,