Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-01-03

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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:
II 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. II
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 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 I prognosticated
was Jest comm roun' de corner oh
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 MIN
cussin' he boss. when he done shy at
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 inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley to GIT
no chance at dis nigger-l sho' didn't
did they speak to one another!
Keith asked. anxiously. did you hear
what was said 2"
..Sho' dey talked. Massa Jack.
sorter reckon dey was dar tor oat
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 do
boss, an dat black debble was .
standin' dar in front OBJ him. OF
Massa Waite he was mad from 90
first jump OF. am, could heah most most
eberyt'ing he said. but Mr.. Hawley
he grin de same way he do when ne
deal faro. an speaks kinder low De
OIL man he swear fine at him. he cali
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 lack
an q law sultan how de OIL man
better settle up widout no hghtin'.
l Jest didn't git de, whole OBJ It. no
talked so low like"
what did Waite say"
We'll. 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
somettng or ,odder like dat. But he
sutt'nly read dat Ysn's pedigree from
way back to de Tune OF de Hood.
reck'n. An he done swore he'd tight
for whatebber 1t was. papers or no pa
pers. Den Hawley. he got plumb tired
oh de OF man swearin. at him. an no
grabbed picter out OBJ he's pocket.
an says, Damn you; look at dat!
What kind OBJ fight can 20 make
against dat face?' De oil man stared
at 1t while. sorter chokin' up: den
he say softer like: It's Hope: where
did 30 ebber get dat?' and de black
debble he laughed. an showed dc pic
ter back into he's pocket. Hope, hell!'
he say. Its 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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