Watertown leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1909-1911, 1911-12-29

presence of the marshal, Doctor Fair
balm, Keith and Hope. That was all
excepting the post chaplain from Fort
Hays, who. inspired by glimpse OF
the girls unveiled face, spoke simple
words OF comfort 1t was all over
with quickly, and with the red sun
still lingering on the horizon. the little
party slowly wendell their way back.
down the steep trail into the one long
street of Sheridan
At the hotel Neb was waiting. the
whites OF his eyes shining with ex-
element. his patomime indicating i'm
portant news. AS soon as he could
leave Hope, Keith hurried down to
interview his dusky satellite. who ap-
peared about to burst with restrained
information. AS soon as uncorked
that individual began to flow volubly:
Il sho done seed EN-. Massa Jack;
| done seed EN- both"
Both? Both who?"
"Massa Waite, sab, an dat black
debbe dat we was huntin' for. 1t
was a mos surprisin' circumstance.
saba mos surprisin' circumstance"
We'll, go on; where did you see
them? Do you mean they were to-
gether?"
The negro took long breath. evil
IDENTIFY overcome by the Importance Of
his message, and unable to conjure
UP words wholly satisfactory to his
ideas.
st sho' am de strangest ting,
Massa Jack. ebber | prognosticated
was jest comm roun' de corner OBJ
Sheeny Joe's shebang, back dar by de
blacksmith shop, when-de Lawd
save me!-yere come oil Massa Waite.
a ridin' long on cream colo'd pinto
just as much alibe as ebber he was.
Vas, sab; he's whiskers was BLOWN
round, an | could chen yeah him
cussin' he boss, when he done shy at
a man what got up sudden like from
a cart-wheel he was settin on. done
took one look at dat secon' fellar. and
seed it was dat black debble from
down Carson way. Den | ducked lnta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight. |
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley to git
Did they speak to one another
Keith asked, anxiously Did you hear
what was said?'
"Sho' dey talked, Massa Jack.
sorter reckon dey was dar for dat
special purpose. Sutt'nly. sab. dey
went right at talkin' like dey had
som't'ing on dey minds. OF Massa
Waite was a sittin' straight up on de
boss, an dat black debble was
standin' dar in front OBJ him. VI
Massa Waite he was mad from de
first jump off. an | could heah most
eberyt'ing he said. but Mr.. Hawley
he grin de same way he do when he
deal faro, an speaks kinder low. De
OF man he swear fine at him, he call
him eberyt'ing-a damn liar. damn
scoundrel-but Mr.. Hawley he jest
grin. and say ober de same ting.
Whit was that, Neb?"
''Som'ting bout gal, Massa Jack
an law sultan how de oil man
better settle up widout no fightin'.
jest didn't git de whole OBJ it, he
talked so low like
What did Waite say?"
We'll. mostly he jest cussed. He
sho told dat black debble bout what
he thought oh him. but he didn't neb-
Der call him Hawley-no. sab. not
once; he done call him Bartlett, or
something or odder like dat But he
suttnly read dat mans pedigree from
way back TO de time of de flood, l
reckn. An he done sWore he'd fight
for whatebber it was, papers or no pa
pers. Den HawIey, he got plumb tired
oh de OF man swearin' at him. an he
grabbed a picter out OBJ he's pocket,
an says. Damn you; look at dat!
What kind OBJ fight can yo' make
against dat face?' De OF man stared
at it a while. sorter chokin up; den
he say softer like: It's Hope; where
did yo' ebber get dat?' and de black
debble he laughed. an showed de pic
ter back into he's pocket. Hope. hell
he say. it's Phyllis. an I'll put her
before any jury yo're mind to get-oh.
I've got yo' nailed. Waite. dis time.
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