The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-05-11

want TO get US hooked up III oaA al
James corset and you all time can't
get nobody loose. What you want to
get us hooked up in this thing for?Y
"You done it yo'self," defended the
boy in front with rising passion.
Squeeze in, Jimmy; we jes' boun' to
git outer this fore somebody finds
| it out"
He backed the other child close to
the wall and pressed SO hard against
him that Jimmy screamed aloud and
began to pound him on the head with
/ his chubby fists.
Billy would not submit tamely to
any such treatment. He reached his
hand behind him and gave the
smaller boys cheek merciless pinch.
| The fight was on. The two little boys,
| laced up tightly as they were in a
| stout pair of stays, pinched and
scratched, and kicked and jerked.
Suddenly Billy, leaning heavily against
| Jimmy, threw him fiat on his back
and fell on top Of him.
Bonnie Dick, sitting on the floor,
had up to this time watched the pro-
ceedings with an interested eye; now,
| thinking murder was being commit
ted, he opened his big, red mouth and
| emitted a howl that could be heard
half mile. 1t Immediately brought
his mother to the open door. When
she saw the children squirming on
the floor in her only corset, her indig-
nation knew no bounds.
"You, Jimmy Garner, an you, too.
William Hill, yuh little imps o. Satan,
what you doin' in my house? Didn't
| yo' nanny tell you not to tamper
wild me no mo-? Git up an GENE here
an femme git my co'set off O. Syuh. +"
| 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, faint no use TO 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 baptizin' on Sunday.
S'pose y all d bruck one O. de splints,
how'd | look a-presidin' at a fun
'thout mare co'set On, an me shape
like what is ?''
Who's dead, Sarah Jane % asked
| Jinnay, opingg 44 ~ Seem the torrent OF
her wrath.
Sis Mary Ellen's las husban',
Brudder Littlejohn-dat' a-who,' she
replied, somewhat Modified at his 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 in his flatter-
ing interrogations. "You know Sis
Littlejohn, she been married goin' on
five times. Dishere IL make TO- gen.
tlemans she done buriet an dey amt
nobody can manage a fun'el like she
kin; pears like hit jes come natche]
to her. She sho' is done good part
by. eb'ry single husban' too, an she
s 'figserin' to Guido all tbs yuthers
wild Brudder Litt1ejohn's co'pse.'
Sarah Jane almost forgot her little au
! dience in her intense absorption OF
/ her subject. She say to me dis morn
in, she say, 'Marri'ge am 1ott'ry, Sis
Beddinf1eP, but / sho' is drawed some
handsome prizes She got 'em al
laid out side by side in de buryin
groun' wild err little imige on ebry
grade; an Sis Mary Ellen, seem as
she can't read de writin' on de tomb
stones, she got a diff little ANNA
a-settin' on ebry head res SOS she
kin tell which husban' am which
her fus' husban' were all time a-hunt
in, SO she got a little white marble
partridge a-restin' on he head, an hi
am mighty CONSIGNMENT to DO
Wldda oman TO- to know dat she car
tell de very minute her eyes light or
er grade which husban' hit am. Hell
secon man he got er mighty kinky
Woolly head an he mighty meek. sc
she got little white lamb a-settin' or
| AN SA0oS, GIL u6 uGA uUSDan IA
did MT have nothin' much TO- to dis
gueese him fom de res 'cep'in' he sc
slow an she might nigh rack her brair
OH, tWell she happen to think 'bou
him bein' Hardshell Baptis' an 81
powerful slow, so she jest got a little
tarrapin an sot it on him. Hit sho
am pretty sight jes' to go in da
buryin' groun an look at 'em ALL sid4
by side; an now she got Brudder Lit
tlejohn to add to de res. He de onli
est one what's got er patch o. whis
kers SO she gwine to put a little whit.
cat on he grabe Yes, Lord, eff any
think could pearten' a widda omar
hit would be jes' to know dat yul
could go to de graveyard any time yul
want to an look at dat han som,
election an tell zactly which an
which
/ Sarah Jane stopped for breath ant
Billy FASTENED to inquire:
| who else is dead, Sarah Jane?'
Taint nobody else dead, yft, as
knows on. but my two cousins is tur
rlble low: one Is got a lemrage on d.