The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1912-03-15

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 APP
peared about to- burst with restrained
information As soon as uncorked
that individual began to flow voluby:
81 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"
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 Joes 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.W wheel he was settin' on done
took one look at dat secon' fellar, and,
seed 1t was dat black debble from
down Carson way. Den ducked inta
de blacksmith shop out 'er sight.
sho' didn't want Mister Hawley to gis
no chance at dis nigger-l sho' didn [.
did they speak to one another?
Keith asked, anxiously Did you hear
what was safd?'
"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 Oh dey minds. OF Massa
Waite was sittin straight up on dc
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
eberyting he 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.
What was that, Neb?
"Som'ting bout gal, Massa Jack
an law sultan 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 cussed. lie
sho' told dat black 1ebble bout what
he thought OBJ him. but he didn't neO-
Der 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 flood, l
reckn. An he done swore he'd hght
for whatebber it was, papers or no pa
pers. Den Hawley, he got plumb tired
OBJ de OIL man swearin' at him, an LIE
grabbed a picter out OBJ he's pocket,
an says, Damn you; look at dat!
What kind OBJ 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, hellE
he say, it's Phyllis. an I'll put her
before any jury yO're mind to get-eh.
I've got yO nailed. Waite, dis time "
(TO BE CONTINUED)