Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1912-01-02

presence of the marshal, Doctor Fair
balm. Keith and Hope. That was all
excepting the post chaplain from Fort
Hays. who. inspired by glimpse oil
the girls unveiled face. spoke simple
words of comfort. II 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 i0as
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 coulo
leave Hope, Keith hurried down to
interview his dusky satellite. who ap-
peared about to burst with restrained
information AS soon as uDcorkeo
that individual began to flow volubly:
Il sho, done seed EN-. Massa Jack;
done seed 'em both"
= Both? Both who?"
"Massa Waite. sab. an dat black
debble dat we was huntin' for II
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.
1T 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.
ridin' long on cream colo'd pinto
lust as much alibe as ebber he was.
Vas. sab; he's whiskers was BLOWN
round, an could chen yeah him
cussin' be boss. when he done shy at
man what got up sudden like from
Q 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
no chance at dis nigger-i sho dldn I.
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 cat
special purpose Sutt'nly. sab. dey
went right at talkin', like dey had
som'ting 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. Or
Massa Waite he was mad from de
first Jump off, an | could heah most
eberyting he said. but Mr.. Hawley
he grin de same way he do when ne
deal faro, an speaks kinder low LIE
oil man he swear fine at him, he call
him eberyt'ing-a damn liar. damn
scoundrei-but Mr.. Hawley he Jest
grin, and say ober de same ting,
What was that. Neb?'
"Som'ting bout a gal Massa Jack
an law scst-an 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 cus-Sed he
sho told dat black debble boGl what
he thought OBJ him. but he didn't peb-
Der call him Hawley-no, sab, not
once; he done call him Bartlett. or
something or odder like dat. But he
suit My read dat mans pedigree from
way back to de time of de flood, |
reckn. An he done swore he'd fight
for whatebber it was. papers or no pa
pers. Den Hawley, he got plumb tired
oh de oil 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 20 make
against dat face?' De OF man stared
at it 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. HE'LL
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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