Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-08

te KING a bath yourself. You need it'll
Hark!" He broke off and listened.
WHO'S that singing?"
The sound drew nearer-a lugubri-
Gus chant, with the weirdest minor
reflection, family suggestive of the
time ditties of the music halls,
yet with a plaintive cadence:
las he went mowin' roun' de fie1'
Err moec'son bit him on de heel,
Right toodle-link-uh-d day,
Right toodle- link-uh- day,
Right toodle-linlk-uh, toodle-l link -llh,
Da-a- dee-e-e-aye!"
"Dey khayd him In ter his Sally,
deah,
She say. Nah lawd, yo' looks SO
queah!'
Right toodle-link- uh- day,
Right toodle. link-uh day,
Right toodle-link-uh toedle- link uh,
-a-dee-e-e-aye!"
A smile of genuine delight crossed
the listeners face. THAT would
make the everlasting fortune of a
nlusic-hall artist" Valiant muttered.
as, coatless, and with towel over his
arm, he stepped to the piazza.
Dew laid him down-spang on de
groun'l
He-e-e shet-up-his-eyes en- looked all
aroun,'
Right toodle-link- day,
Right toodl.e -link-uh- day,
Right toodle-link-uh, toodle link uh,
Da-a-dee-e-e-aye!"
80 den he died, Civ up de Ghos',
tn hrIITf1'c ht,z1ttYY, h.. d;,l No.,
Right toodle-l ink-uh-l
Right toodle -link-uh- day,
Good morning, Uncle Jefferson"
The singer broke off his refrain. set
down the twig broom that he had
been welding and came toward him.
"Mawnin', sub. Mawnin'," he said.
Hopes yo'-all-slep' good. All reckn
dem ar birds woke yo' up; dey's
maxim sech er 'miration."
THANK you. Never slept better in
my life. Am l laboring under a delu-
sion when 1 imagine I small coffee"
Just then there came voice from
the open door of the kitchen. Calls
yo'se'f er man. yo' triflin' reconstruct
ed niggah! Wen marstah gwineter
git he brekfus' wild yo' ramshacklin'
eroun' wild dat dawg all dis GaWd's-
blessid mawnin'? Go fotch some mo-
f1ah- wood dis minute. Yo' heah?"
A turbaned neaa poked itself
through the door, with a good-natured
leaf-brown face beneath it, which
broadened into a wide smile as it's
owner bobbed energetically at VAL
iants greeting. "Fo' de Lawd!" she
exclaimed, wiping fioury hands on a
but All got yo' brekfus' mos ready,
subj
"All right, Aunt Daphne. I'll be
back directly"
He sped down to the lake to plunge
his head into the cool water and
thereby sharpen the edge of an appe-
title that needed no honing. From the
little valley through which the stream
meandered rose q curdled mist, fray.
ing now beneath the warming sun.
The tall tangled grass through which
he passed was beaded with dew like
diamonds and hung with q thousand
fairy jeweled webs. The wild honey
suckle was alive with quick whir-
rings of humming- birds, and he hung
his pocket-mirror from q twig and
shaved with a woodsy chorus IN hiA
ears.
He came UP the trail again to ffn0
the reading stand transferred to tho
porch and laid with white cloth on
which was set steaming coffee pot,
with fresh cream, saltless butter and
crisp hot biscuit; and as he sat down.
with sigh OF pure delight, In his
dressing-gown creepy japanese
thing redeemed from womanishness
by the bold green bamboo Of its de-
sign-Uncle Jefferson planted before
him a generous platter of bacon, eggs
and potatoes. These he attacked with
,s.-t.. - t~.,kk
his fifth biscuit he looked at the dog,
rolling on his back in morning ecs-
tasy, with a look of humorous sur
prise.
'Chum," he said, what do you
think of that? All my life a single
roll and cup Of coffee have been the
most / could ever negotiate for break
fast, and then it was apt to taste like
chips and whetstones. And now look
at this PLATED" The dog ceased wins
moving his ear with a hind foot and
| looked back at his master with much
the same expression. Clearly his own
needs had not been forgotten.
"Reck'n All bettah go ter git dat
| ferson behind him. "OP CONAN,
heah, she low ter fix UP de kitchen
dis mawnin' en- we begin on de house
dis evenin'."
] "Right-o," said Valiant. TITS all
uphill, so the motor won't run away
with you. Aunt Daphane, can you
get some help with the cleaning?"
"Hep?" that worthy responded with
fine scorn. mo, sub. Moughty few,
in de town, 'cep'n low-down yaller
issue trash Diet ain wu'f KILN
All gwineter go TO dat house mahse'f
TO long, hannah en- tongs, en- git II
fix upi"
Splendid! My destiny is in your
hands. You might take the dog with
you, Uncle Jefferson; the run will do
him good"
When the latter had disappeared
and truculent sounds from the kitchen
indicated that the era of strenuous
cleaning had begun, he re-entered tie
library, changed the water in the
rose-glass and set it on the edge OF
the shady front porch, where its
Haunting blossom made a dash of
bright crimson against the grayed
weather-beaten brick. This done. he
opened the one large room on the
ground-floor that he had not visited.
Ito BE Continued Tomorrow.)