The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1912-01-26

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 wended 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-
citement. 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 'em. Massa Jack;
| done seed em 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.
We'll, go on; where did you SEQ
them? Do you mean they were to-
gether?"
The negro took a 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.
a ridin' long on a cream colo'd pinto
lust as much alibe as ebber he was.
Vas, sab: he's whiskers was BLOWN
round, an | could eben yeah him
cussin' he boss. when he done shy at
a man what got up sudden like from
a cart wheel he was settfn' on. done
took one look at dat secon' fellaT, and
seed it was dat black debble from
down Carson way Den ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight l
sho' didn't want Mister Hswley to git
no chance at dis niger sho' dldn l.
Did they speak to one another?.
Keith asked. anxiously. Did you hear
what was said?"
"Sho dey talked, Massa Jack. l
sorter reckon dey was dar for dat
special purpose. Sutt'nly. sab. dey
went right at taIkin' 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 be said. but Mr.. Hawiey
he grin de same way he do when ne
deal faro. an speaks kinder low. De
OIL 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.
"Wh It was that, Neb?'
"Som'tIng bout a gal. Massa Jack
an a law sultan how de oil man
better settle up widout no fightin.
jest didn't git de whole OBJ 1t. ne
talked so low like"
What did Waite say?'
Well, mostly he jest cussed. he
sho' told dat black debble bout what
he thought OBJ 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
sutt'nly read dat mans pedigree from
way back to de time OF de flood.
reck'n. An be 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 tre
grabbed a picter out OBJ he's pocket.
an says. Damn you: look at dat!
What kind OBJ a fight can yo' make
against dat face? De OIL 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 III put her
before any jury yo're mind to get-oh.
I've got yo nailed. Waite. dis time.
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