The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-02-01

i sHo zone seed 'em, Massa Jack:
I done seed 'em both"
Both? Both who?"
"Massa Waite, sab, an dat blach
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 OF
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
just as much alibe as ebber he was
Vas, sab; he's whi.kers was BLOWN
round, an | could chen yeah him
cussin' he hess, when he done shy at
a man what got up sudden like from
o 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 l ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley to git
no chance at dis nigger-I 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't'ing on dey minds. or Massa
boss, an dat black debble was q
standin' dar in front OBJ him. or
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 eberyting-a damn liar, damn
Ecoundrel-but Mr.. Hawley he jest
grin, and say ober de same ting"
What was that, Neb?"
"Som't'ing bout a gal, Massa Jack
an law sultan how de Oh man
better settle up widout no fightin.
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
sutt'nly read dat mans pedigree from
way back to de time of de flood,
reck'n. An he done swore he'd tight
for whatebber it was, papers or no pa
pers. Den Hawley, he got plumb tired
OBJ de OIL man swearin' at him, an 10
grabbed a picter out oh he's pocket.
an says, Damn you; look at deti
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
Was that all?"
DE Oh gin'ral he didn't seem ter
know what ter say; he done set dar
lookin' OF ober de prairie like he was
clar dumegasted. He sho' did look
like dat black debble he'd hit him
mighty hard. Den he says slow like,
turnin' his boss round: Bartlett, 20
am putin up good bluff, but, by
Gawd, I'm goin' ter call yo. Yo' don't
get cent OBJ dat money less yo' put
up de proof. III meet yo' whar yo'
say. but eff l can git hol' OBJ some pa
pers dats missin' III take dat grin off
yo' face. De odder one laughed, an
de Oh gin'ral started TO- ter ride away,
den he pull up he's boss, an look
back. 'Yo' sorteT herd wild dat kind
OBJ cattle, Bartlett he say, sharp like.
maybe yo know a gambler roun'
we're called Hawley? De black debble
uSDbeI eUSu !OSS uO grin. 10 70
mean Black Bart Hawley? OATS the
man, where is hep 'Dealin faro TO-
Mike Kenna In Topeka q week ago
friend OBJ yours? OATS none OBJ yo'
damned business snorted de OIL
gin'ral, givin' his hoss de spur Sho'.
Massa Jack, he nebber knowed he was
talkin' ter dat same Hawley, an dat
black debble jest laughed as he rode
off,"
When was all this. Neb?"
Bout de time yo all went up on
de hill, ! reck'n. l done come right
yere, and waited"
Keith walked across the room, Sc
lected cigar, and came back, his
mind busy with the problem. Hawley
had in some manner, then, got into
communication with Waite, and was
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