Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-03-06

vol" she painted Insult Methody will yo' :
Go long, yo Glory Seekers, wiz youah old
Horned Beast an All hopes ole Mr. Satan cotch
yo by de scruff OBJ de neckl" She pursued
them to the road, shouting execrations and
then came back muttering to herself.
| "Sheba!" l cried reprovingly.
| "Ah don keer, Miss Kate" she replied. No
white trash ,gwine to call me debbil!"
interrupted.
"Yas'm, Miss Kate. dey call me a Great
Horned Beast, an yo' done tole me dat was
uddeh name fob Oh Satan hisself" She paused
Kate" she called, 'ef dere amt dat colohred
| pusson Clorinda talkin' to dem trashl Now
wat she up to! l clah to gracious dis yeah's
gittin' mighty divertin'l Eff dat Clorindas up
| to any OBJ her debbilment, she bettah watch outl
Bettah not git dis yeah niggah too rousted upl"
Muttering and scolding, she finished scrub
| bing her piazza. keeping one eye on Clorinda,
who, having started in her Sunday best for her
afternoon out stood now by the phaeton down
| the road, talking to the two ladies within.
THAT evening heard great commotion in
the kitchen. The dining room door was
| ajar. and caught snatches of very earnest dis
| cussion.
Wat yo' 60 fob to insult dem ladies TO-. eh,
Sheba?" demanded Clorinda.
wat ladiesl" de6antly returned Sheba
dose ladies wat axed yo TO de receipt dis
afternoon"
oh" replied Sheba with fine scorn, "yo'
calls dem ladies. does YOU All calls 'em trash"
"Trash!' shouted Clorinda. docs you
know who dey ISL"
mo, an All cares mighty little" retorted
Sheba. "Dey bettah not come divertin roun'
Sheba again, or dey'n git mo n dey wan
Clorinda suddenly dropped her belligerent
tone and began to wheedle. All jes' CANT see
why yo' won't let dem have youah receipt" she
said. Hit wouldn't hunt yo' tub be obligatory
"Yo. g long out o. hea III as, suddenly
have nah receipt TO dat almon' cake eff twas
to turn NAH skin white!"
A terrific crash of kettles and pans accom-
panied this declaration, and Clorinda suddenly
rushed into the dining room, carefully closing
the door behind her. dat Sheba's plumb
crazy" she said with an apologize air. "She's
Dustin all de pots
l rose and, softly opening the kitchen door,
| saw Sheba. looking like a brigand, in the act of
| smashing porcelain pan in the sink. She saw
me and yelled, CLOSE de do, Miss Kate, chile!
Ah'n pay TO all All bust. Aim jes' divertin'
| mahself fo' to git de debbil out oh nah soul"
l concluded that discretion was the better
part and closed the door as l was directed. A
few more crashes followed, and then there was
dead calm, broken by Sheba's great voice as
it doomed triumphantly on the listening air:
Am All soldier OBJ de Lawd!"
ATE that evening l had occasion to 60 to the
- kitchen. Sheba was closing up for the night.
Clorinda had already sought her couch. Sheba,
with great air of mystery, took piece of pa
per from her dresser and carefully put it in the
capacious front of her waist.
do yo' dat papah, Miss Kate?" she
asked. Dat is NAH receipt TO dat almon' cake.
All amt gwine to trus' dat receipt in dat
drawah tonight
why not, Sheba?" asked.
She regarded me with twinkle in her big
eyes, "Buglahs mought git in, she said with
significance.
She went into the storeroom and bustlingly
brought out her own bathtub, which she filled
with water and placed directly in front of the
kitchen dresser. She then drew her rocking
chair up alongside the tub and placed on it the
dishpan, pair of tongs. a large bell, and what
of the pots and pans she had not busted" to
relieve her overcharged soul.
"For mercys sake, Sheba," asked. what
Ssh. chief she said. Don say nothin'.
Dis yeah's nah buglah alahm. an eff hit don
go off tonight den Ahm goat"
T HOPE may never again hear the outrageous
din and clatter that rose that night upon the
silence of our house Crash. bang. ring, splash!
interspersed with bloodcurdling yells and
shrieks of mirth. / threw on dressing gown
| and, followed by my husband in pajamas.
| rushed to the kitchen. Never shall forget the
sight. In the tub of water sat Clorinda, hands
and feet wildly waving, eyes bursting from their
sockets. Strewn around her was the wreck of
Sheba's ramparts.
In another chair sat Sheba in her yellow fan