The state herald. (Holyoke, Logan County, Colo.) 1887-1921, 1912-01-19

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
element. his patomime indicating i'm
portant news. AS soon as he could
leave Hope. Keith hurried down to
Interview his dusky satellite. who APP
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
debble dat we was huntin' for, 1t
was a mos surprisin circumstance.
saba mos surprisin' circumstance"
well, 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 do
blacksmith shop. when-de Lawd
save me,-yere come oil Massa Waite.
a 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' 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. ana
seed II was dat black debble from
down Carson way Den | ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight
sho didn't want Mister Hawley TO git
no chance nj dis niger sho' didn't
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'ting on dey minds. OF Massa
| Waite was sittin' straight up on de
boss. an dat black debble was a
stnndln' dnr In front OBJ him OF
Massa Waite he was mad from de
first Jump of. an | could heah most
eberyting he said. but Mr. Hawley
he grin de same way he do when he
deal faro. an speaks kinder low De
oil man he swear tine at him. he call
him eberyt'ing-a damn liar. damn
scoundrel-but Mr.. Hawley he lest
grin. and say ober de same ting
"Wh Il was that. Neb?
"som't'ing bout a gal. Massa Jack
an a law sultan how de oil man
better settle up wldout no lightin
Jest didn't GIT de whole oh II. no
talked so low like
What did Waite say"
Well. mostly he lost cussed lie
sho told dat black debble bout what
he thought OBJ him. but he didn't neb
Ter 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 Hood, 1
reekn. An he done swore ned hghi
for whatebbor II was. papers or no pa.
pers. Den Hawley. he got plumb tired
oh de oil man swearin at him, an 10
grabbed plcter out oh he's pocket.
an says Damn you: look at dat
What kind oh fight can 20 make
against dat faecg DE oil man stared
at II while. sortor ohokin up. den
he say softer like; It's Hope. where
did go cbbor get dat? and de black
dobble be laughed. an showed de pie
ter back into he's pocket Hope. helll
he say. ITS Phyllis. an III put her
before any jury yo're mind to get-oh,
] I'Ve pof va nniled Waita dis time q"