The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1912-02-16

still lingering on the horizon. the little
marty slowly wended their way back.
down the steep trail into the one Ions
street Of Sheridan.
At the hotel Neb vas waiting. the
whites OF his eyes shining Win Ok
element. his patomime Indicating tn
portant news. AS soon AZ NJ couio
leave Hope. Keith hurried down 10
interview his dusky satellite. who ap-
neared about to burst with restrained
information. AS soon as
that individual began to How voiuoiy'
~ sho' done seed 'em, Massa JACK;
done seed EN- BOTH"
Both? Both who?"'
.Massa Waite, sab, an dat black
aebble dat we was huntin' Tor. IL
vas a mos surprisin' circumstance.
saba mos surprisin' circumstance"
well. go on: where did you Q
them? Do you mean they were 70
gether?" ~
The negro took a long breath. evil
dentlv overcome by the importance OF
his message, and unable to con1ure
I'M words wholly satisfactory 10 MS
ideas.
at sho' am de strangest ting.
Massa Jack, ebber prognostlcateo.
was lest comm roun' de corner oh
Sheeny Joe's shebang, back dar by de
blacksmith shop, when-de Lava
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 DOWN
round. an | could chen yeah him
cussin' he boss, when he done shy al
a man what got up sudden like from
a cart.wheel he vas settin' on. Done
took one look at dat secon' fellar, n
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 gu
no chance at dis nigger-l sho' didn't
did they speak to n another!"
Keith asked. anxiously. Ibid you heal
what was said?"
"Sho' dey talked. Massa Jack !
sorter reckon dey vas dar for DAT
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 dc
boss, an dat black debble was q
| standip' dar in front OBJ him. OF
! Massa Waite he vas mad from DC
Hrst Jump of. an | could heah most
eberyting 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 call
him eberyting-a damn liar. a damn
scoundrel-but Mr.. Hawley he jest
grin, and say ober de same ting"
Whist was that. Neb?"
"Som't'ing bout a gal. Massa !ach
an q law sultan how de oil mar
better settle up widout no hghtin'
Jest didn't git de whole OBJ it b
talked SO low like"
What did Waite say?"
We'll mostly he Jest cussed. H>
sho' told dat black debble bout VITA
he thought OBJ him. but he didn't neb
Der call him Hawloy-no, sab. mo-
once; he done call him Bartlett. q
something or Odder like dat. But h
sutt'nly read dat mana pedigree from
way back to de time Of de food.
reck'n. An he done Swore he'd iigh
for whatebber 1t was. Papers or no pc
pers. Den Hawley. he got plumb tlre'
OBJ de oil man swearir' at him. an b
grabbed a picter out OBJ he's pocket
an says. Damn you: look at dat
What kind OBJ a figfA can yo' mak'
against dat face?' De oil man stare,
at it q while, sorter chokin' up: del
be say softer like: It's Hope: wher
did yo' ebber get dat" and de blaci
debble he laughed. an showed de pic
ter back into he's pocket. Hope. hell!
he say. Its Phyllis. an III put he
before any Jury yo're mind 70 get-ot
I've got yo' nailed. Waite, dis time
! (TO BE CONTINUEDA