The Nashville globe. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1906-193?, 1911-12-15

airs because her white folks call her
nanny and take care of her And
said, Yes'm, and / was so tickled
almost laughed out while she was
talking Lord, Dora, tell me about
that time you went to carry her that
note your mamma wrote"
"Oh, Wick. why do you want me to
tell that, for 1 feel peculiar when /
think of it. You know was born
Inlucky, that's why I'm always doing
something like that. You know nam
ma wrote her a note and sent it by
me before she moved here mamma
gave me a dime to buy a nickels
worth of salt and bar of soap, and
mamma said, Dora, don't you forget
to say, Good morning, Miss Fitzgerald,
And | said, 'yes'm, and when l start
ed so as to not forget, said, 'nickle's
worth of salt and bar of soap; good
morning, Miss Fitz.' / cut her name
off till l got there, but kept on say
ing it, and when | got to her house
l ran up the steps saying, 'nickle's
worth of salt and a bar of Town Talk
soap and | looked up and saw her
standing in the door; before thought
| said, Good morning, Miss Fitz!'
and said, No, mean, good morn
ing, Miss Fitzgerald. Here's note
mama sent you she took the note and
looked at me curiously and said, Dora,
take a seat and mind you don't twist
about, and I'll go and reply to this
message from your mother But l
knew she was going to the back
fence and call Miss Rena and get her
Dread it and write mamma another.
And you bet l sat right where / was,
though / wanted to go to the what
rot and see all those little fancy
dishes she had but l was afraid"
Lord, Dora, / believe that mans
drunk coming up the street; let's get
up" And the two startled children
hastily jumped up, shut the gate and
shrank to the porch, while man halt
tipsy came with unsteady gait along
the pavement, followed by boy jeer-
ing and hooting more openly as he
approached his home in the next yard
to Dora's home.
ooh, Vicky, that's Richard and that
man is Mr.. Stanton's old dago gar
dcner, because go up there to buy
vegetables" whispered Dora. Just as
Richard circled around the angry
nan, shouted as he darted in his gate,
Say, Mister, where do you get your
to6dy?" The man followed him and
began to swear and curse in fright
full way, and Richards meek and gen.
tie mother besought him in vain to
leave. Dora, who returned to the
gate, listening to the Infatuated man
and bursting with indignation ran to
the scene of conflict shouting, "Mr.
Henderson, Mr.. Henderson! why don't
you arrest that man? do you allow him
to curse Miss Sara that way?" Mr..
Henderson, the colored constable and
the brother-in-law of Richards mother,
stood by a silent witness in the rear
and showed no anxiety to become i'm
plicated in the row.
Dora, not content with her protest,
picked up huge rock and hurled 1t
at the drunken man, and he being
struck turned in time to discover his
assailant and she quickly fled from
the gate; and unmindtul of his first
grievance he followed with all the
energy he could command to wreak
J vengeance upon this new foe. Dora
frightened at the consequence Of heI
act, fled panic-stricken into her
mothers arm, who had just returned
from town and hearing the noise
stopped at the gate in time to meet
the hapless girl and her pursuer
Pushing her into the gate and into
the house the Mortified mother ant
aunt sank into wretched heaps in the
two ample rockers. Lord, Anna
where did I get such child from, DE-
you reckon? She'll be the ruinatioI
of us all yet, and you know we've al
ways been a.. respectable family tina
has always stood we'll; but my child Il
disgracing me and she's so little
I what on earth will become Of he
when she's grown up?"
60 along to bed and stay there to
morrow when all the other little girl
are at the picnic having good time
you can eat bread and molasses ant
De sorry you tried to attend to othe
folks business, and have some on
setting fire to us by your trying way
some of these days. Go along now t.
bed. I reckon I'll come and whip yo1
anyhow before / go to bed" AM
n Dora, mute with despair and misera
: lie over the morning prospect, wen
q silently to her cot and bemeaned Il
torrent of tears her unhappy fat
Y and unlucky star.