The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-11-03

: bordered road. the bulldog prospect
| i'm alongside. A meadow lark scared
somewhere In the over-arching blue,
dropping golden notes; dusty bum
ble-hees doomed hither and thither;
genial crickets turned their fddles in
the "tickle-grass, and hawking
dragon-hy paused for an impudent
siesta between the mules gyrating
ears
"Sposen de Co'ot done ben solu
en- 20 gwineter tix IL up 70 de new
ownah." hazarded Uncle Jefferson.
presently,
Valiant did not answer directly.
You say the place hasn't been oceu-
pied for many years, he observed.
Did you ever hear why Uncle JET
fersOn?'
All done heerd." said the other,
vaguely, but All disremembahs.
Sumpin dat happened befo' All come
heah fom oil Post1Oak Plantation.
Reckn Majah Bristow he know er
bout IL. er Mis- Judith--dat's Miss
Shirley's niothah. Her tathah wus
Genl Tawm cambridge, en- he died TO
she was bawn"
Shirley cambridge, A high-sound-
ing name. with something OF long
linked culture, of arrogant heritage.
In some subtle way II seemed 10
clothe the personality OF which Va
liant had had that fleeting roadside
glimpse.
Uncle Jefferson stared meditatively
skyward whence dropped the bubbiins
lark song. "Dat-ar buhd kin sing.
he said Queen dat foikses cyan
do dat. dey so moughty much smah'
tab. Nevah. knowsd nobody could
dough. cep'n ony Miss Shirley. Tain
er bahd nowhah in de feis dat sne
cyan mock"
You mean she knows their calls
Vas. sub, eyy SCUM Done fool
Ill boy ct Rosewood dat wuz sick las
summah, en- he listen sv'y day ter
de mockin -buhd dat mes in one OF de
tulip-trees. He jes' love dat buhd
next ter he nanny en- when II come
fall en- ct don come no mo, he haat
mos broke. He jes lay en- cry en-
git right smaht wussur. Ell las
seems lax de III boy gwine die. when
Mis- Shirley heah dat, she try en- Try
till she jos git dat builds song 81
pat ez de Lawd's Prayah. en- one even
in she gwine en- say ter he NANNY
ter tell him he mockin-buhd done
come back. en- he nanny she onn-
die him all up in de quilt en- open
de winder. en- sho' nun. dah's Mtstah
Mockin- 'buhd benin de bushes, tes
bus'in' hisself. Well, sSh, seems lax
dat chile hang on ter Twin jes' ter
heah dat buhd, en- ev'y evenfn, way
till when de snow on de groun, MIS-
Shirley she hide out In de trees en-
sing till de po III Teller gwine ter
sleep
Valiant leaned forward, for Uncle
jefferson had paused. Did the chic
get well?" he asked eagerly.
The old man clucked to the leisure
lv mule. Vas, subj" he said. He
done git we'll He bout de on iest
young-un roun' heah now.
"Reck'n yo-all come rom New
York;" inquired Uncle Jefferson. az
fer a little silence. So Dey say
OATS or pow'ful big place. But Aw
reck'n OIL Richmon's bid ernuf 10 me
He clucked to the leisurely mule ana
added. "Ah bin ter Richmon onc''
Vas. sub. All nevah see sech houses
mos all bigger'n de county co OIL
house"
John Valiant expressed somewhat
absent interest. He was looKihs
.thouehtfully at the blossom In MS
hand. in an absorption through when
Uncle Jefferson "reminiscences oozeo
on:
MOS cur'ousest thing WIS now
-e'yybodv dar seem ter know eyyoody
else Dey got street.kyehs OAR no
boss en- no mule. jes' shoot up de h'i
on down ergen. lax de debble sKlhnin
tan-bahk. Well. sub. All got on ct
kyah en- glib de man whut stan Oh
40 aatfawm ar nickel. en- All set oar
lookip' outen de win'ow, till de man
he call out Adams en- er german
whut wah sittin ercross rom me- ne
cit I'M en- git of De kyar start ergen
an de mex conan dat ar man on ue
6atfawm he yell out Monroe En-
Mistah Monroe. he was sittin up at
de end. en- he jump up en- git on.
Non de kyah took anuddah slant, en-
hrass NAH soul, dat ar man on De
satfawm he hollar 'Jeffe'son! An
clan' ter goodness, sun. An heDosn
skeered so bad en- nah me. no"
dat man knOW me- s""'
An jump mp LAX All ben shot On An
saws Fo de lawd, boss An wa IL
gwineter git of at dis conan out 9.
va, saws so. All reck'n All got Ter
So All git OF en- All walk erDout ~
miles back ter de deepo.
Uncle Jefferson's inward and VOL
canic amusement shook his passenger
rom his reverie. En- dat ar WHIT de
wust. When An got ter de deepo, 40
didn' have nah pocketbook. Er Dur.
gIar had .caped OF wild IL en- LEI, me
"a nickelless ez er convlc'.
CHAPTER X.
What Happened Thirty Years Ago.
When Shirley came across the lawn
at Rosewood. Major Montague Bristow
sat under the arbor talking TO her
mother.