Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1912-02-22
Lnn 1elI on TOD OF MIN.

ana IeII on top OF MIN.
Bonnie Dick, sitting on the floor,
had up to this time watched the pro-
ceedings with an interested eye; now,
thinking murder was being commits
ted, he opened his big, red mouth and
emitted howl that could be heard
half a mile. 1t Immediately brought
his mother to the open door. When
she saw the children squirming on
the floor In her only corset, her indigA
nation knew no bounds.
you, Jimmy Garner, an you, too,
William Hill, yuh little imps o. Satan,
what you dom In my house1 DidnAt
yo' nanny tell you not to tamper
wild me no mo-? Git up an come here
an femme git my co'set off o. yuh."
Angry as she was, she could not
keep from laughing at the sight they
presented, as, with no gentle hand,
she unclasped the hooks and released
their imprisoned bodies
Billy all time" began Jimmy.
"Billy all time nothin'," said Sarah
Jane, "'tain't no use fo' to try to lay
dis-here co'set business onto Billy;
both O. yuh is ekally in it, An me
admin TO- to go to three fun'els dis
week an a baptizin' on Sunday.
! S'pose y all d bruck one o. de splints,
how'd look a-presidin' at a fun'el
! thout mare co'set on, an me sLLpe'
like what l ISL"
who's dead, Sarah Jane" asked
Jimmy, hoping to stem the torrent OF
her wrath.
ISIS Mary Ellen's las husban's
Brudder Littlejohn-dat' a.who," she
replied, somewhat Modified at mis- in
terest.
when did he die?"-Jimmy pursued
his advantage.
He got way f'om here bout moon
down las night" she replied, losing
sight Of her grievance IL his f-Lter-
ing interrogations. You know Sis
LiUtis iohn, she been married gO.A' on
five times. Dis-here II make TO gen
tlcmans she done buriet an dey amt
nobody can manage a fun'el ike sac,
kin; pears like hit jes come natchel
to her She sho' is done a coed part
by eb'ry single husban' too, an She
s fggerin' to Guido all the yuthecs
wild Brudder LittlejChn's CO Pc"
Sarah Jane almost forgot her little au-.
dience in her intense ABSORPTION or
her subject. She say to me dis morn
in, she say, 'Marri'ge am a lott'ry, Sis
Beddinfer, but sLo' is drawed soms
han'some prizes Size ct EN- III
laid out side by side in de buryin'
groun' wild er little imige on ebry
grade; an Sis Mary Ellen, seem as
she cant read de writin' on de tomb
stones, she got :. INT ii It animal
a-settin' on eb'ry head res SOS she
kin tell which hLsban' on w-ich.
Her fus' husban' were al lin e a-Lunt-
in, so she got a little white marble
partridge a-restin' on he head, - hit
am a mighty Conscience to. : 20
Vidda oman TO- TO know dat she can
tell de very MINI her eyes Ii. ~
er grade which husban' hit an. Yer
! sacon' man he got er n: .hty dA';y,
2 woody head an he r2i-b-v N 81. 80
K she got little white lamb a-settin' ON
he grade; an de mex huFbs-' ne
q did MT have nothin' much To- to dis
Z gueese him f'om de res 'cnpin' - so
slow an she might nigh rack her brain
r off, twell she happen to think bout
him bein' a Hardshell Paptis' an 30
[ powerful slow, so she jest got little
/. tarrapin an sot 1t on lin. Hit sh0'
:. am a pretty sight jes' tC so in dat
n buryin' groun' an look ~ 'e.l all, sida
y by side; an now she got Drudder LII
4 tlejohn to add to de res. Re de onh.
est one what's got er patch O. whis'
q kers so she gwine to pu q little white
q cat on he grade. Yes, Lord, eff any
think could pearten' widda oman
n. hit would be jes' to know Cat yuh
70 could go to de graveyard any time yuh
" want to an look at dat han some
- election an tell 'zactly which am
a which"
=, Sarah Jane stopped fer Breath and
Billy FASTENED to inquire:
- "Who else is dead, Sara Jc-o?"
~ "Tain't NOBODY else deG-, yit, as
n. knows on, but NJ TWO cousins is tur
b rible low; one s get heurase or d,
lung an de yuther s get conSestin
~ on de brain, an l lows dey II bot,
drap OF 'twix' now an sunup tomor
=, ra." Her eyes rolled around and hap
~ pened to light on her corset. She e
Ss once returned to her grievance.
,s "An' sposin' | had mt 'av' came il
" here when did? I'd "a had to wen
l., to my own cousins fIn'el 'thout mar
~ co'set. Y all gotta so right to y all
81 mamas an Miss Minerva dis very min
ute. l low dey II settle yo' hashes
10 Don't y all know dat LGrroes ketcl
ey meddlers?"
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