The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-10


 What kind of lies have you been telling these niggers, SamT' says the doctor, very sharp and short and mad like.
 <I dunno how come dey get all dem nfgger notions in dey fool haid,' Sam says, ''but dey all waitin' dar inside de chu'ch do'-some of de mos' fai'ful an de mos pra'rful ones O de Big Bethel cong ga ton been dar fo' de las houah l a-waitin' am a-watchin, spite O de fac dat reg'lah meetin' afn't gwfne ter be called twe1l arter supper. De bishop he dar too.''
 We seen little knot of them down 1 the road there in front of the church gathering around the ntgger that had been with Sam. They all starts to- ward us. But one man steps out in front of them all and turns toward them and holds his hands up and waves them back. They all stops fin their tracks.
 Then he turns his face toward us and comes slow and sollum down the road in our direction, walking with cane and moving very dignifed- He was couple of hundred yards away.
 But as he come closeter we gradual 1y seen him plainer and palmer. He was a big man and stout and dressed very neat in the same kind of rig as white bishops wear. with one of these 1 white collars that buttons in the back.
 He stops, the bishop does, about ten yards from us and looks us over.
 sAh yoS de gentleman known ter dis hyah sinful genehation by de style an de entitIennint O Docto' Hahtley Kir- by?" he asts the doctor, very ceremonf- ous and grand.
 The doctor give him look that wasn't very encouraging, but he nod ded to him.
 twill yo' dismiss yo' sehvant fin or deh dat we kin hoP convehse am com mun1on in de midst CT privacy ?''
 The doctor he mods to Sam, and Sam moseys along toward the church. l Now, tIen,'' says the doctor, sud den and sharp, take off your hat and tell me what you want"
 The bishops hand goes up to his head with jerk before he thought Then it stops there, while him and the doctor looks at each other. The bish- ops mouth opens like he was wonder ing, but he slowly pulls his hat off and stands there bareheaded in the road. But he wasn't really humble, that bishop.
 seNow," says the doctor, tell me in as straight talk as you've got what all I this d-d foohshness among you mig gers means"
 A queer kind of look passed over the bishops face. He hadn't expected to be met jest that way, mebby. Whether he himself had really believed In the coming of that there new Mes siah he had been perdicting I never could settle in my mind. I tsDe wohd has gone fo'th among he l faffuI an de puah in heaht-" he says. 1 "dat CT man has come accredited wi signs am wi mahvels an de poweh O de sper=it fo' to lay his han on de sons O Ham an ter make 'em des de. same in coIluh as de yutf1er sons of cath
 '@Then that word is a le,'' says the doctor. tT did come here to try out some stuff to change the color of negro skins. That's all. Is that all you want to know
 l The bishop hens and haws and fd- dies with his stick. and then he says:
 '+Suh, will dish yeah prepa's 'shun sho'ly do de wohk2''
 ;. Dr. Kirby tells him 1t will do the work all right.
 And then the bishop, after beating l around the bush some more, comes out with his idea. Whether he expected there would be any Messiah come or 1 not, of course he knowed the doctor I wasn't him. But he Is willing 1o boost the doctors game as long as 1t boosts his game He wants to be in on the deal He wants part of the graft. He wants to get together with the doctor on a plan before the doctor sees the I niggers. And if the doctor don't want to keep on with the miracle end of it the bishop shows him how he could 1 do him good with no miracle attach ment. Fur he has an awful holt on | them niggers. and his say-so will sell 1 thousands and thousands of bottles. What he is looking fur jest now is 1 his little take-out.
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