The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1913-03-24
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BAD new, Nissan Anderson" e1
claimed old jim, a venerable darky
putting bis head IN az the back door
one morning Just as his master. a
farmer. IL South Carolina, wss sitting
DOM 20 breakfast
What's the matter. JIM" inquired
Anderson.
De prize oI is done took sick and
is layil down
Nr. AL1erECl went with jim 20 the
pasture 70 zee the invalid oT. and 70
gether they exhausted the ahole range
Of remedies known IL bovine com
plants. Decoc,lons Of herbs, spice
wood. pine tags, etc. were resorted
70 but though cOp.ODEly drenched with
all these, the cI did not rally nor
could Elk men with fence rails gain
sufficient leverage 70 pry him up from
the ground where be lay despOndent
After spending the whole day IN fruit
less attempts 10 relieve the apparent.
u dying animal. Anderson gave It "
as a bad Job about sundovn and
turned 10 70 home, remarklug 70 jim
as be started.
Anyway. don't want TO lose his
hide, 60 you must come down here
and skin him the first thing in the
morning"
The following morning Anderson
rather expected jim TO appear with
the hide al breakfast time. Over an
hour passed. but eth the negro did
not arrive.
That pesky animal must be hard to
skin" commented the farmer. At
length, growing restless, he resolved
10 20 and zee for himself what the
hitch was As a matter Of fact, he
felt somewhat uneasy over old Jim's
prolonged absence. and feared that
he might have met with some mishap
The colOred gentleman in question
was not oyerburdened with brains but
his faithfulness was beyond doubt II
there was one thing that jim prided
himself upon more than another 1t
was his accuracy In carrying out in
structions
WITH jim, 70 hear was TO obey, and
he was never known TO waste time In
unneSessary argument. Therefore,
Anderson reasoned, something extra
ordinary must have occurred to delay
his trusted servitor. Great was his re-
lief then, when halfway between the
~, L. ha Tirn thu
Precipitation standing in big beads on
his shiny black skin, the OK hide wav-
Ing, trophy-like. In his hand. while a
lcok OF beaming complacency over
spread his face.
What in the world made you take
so long, JIM" asked his master.
"'Cause it was a awful job to ketch
him. NISSAN Anderson" came the re-
ply.
ITO catch ,.im," repeated the farm
er with look OF Mortified surprise.
"Yassah He done glib me heap oh
trouble, dat OK did. | done chase him
ober de pasture seben times fore he
let me git him
"You-chased-him," gasped Ander-
son, family.
"Yassah," continued Jim, proud OF
his efficient management. Den |
knock him on de haid an kill him,
an den / skin him, same as you tole |
NE. 1t am nice hide, too, NISSAN |
Anderson. Dere amt no niggah on |
de place could a finer skinnin'. You |
kin alters pend on ole Jim to do what
yo tells him"
Visions OF his favorite OK. as he ap-
peared in the heydey of his prize-win-
ming triumphs, arose in Anderson's
mind. and the volume of his wrath
swelled until II almost choked him.
He stood for an instant, a figure OF
dumb, righteous rage, unable to find
words to do justice to the occasion.
At last he found his voice and, ad-
a step, shook his fist in Jim's
sable visage.
"Yes, indeed" he said. in accents
husky with uncomfortable bitterness.
I can depend on you-curse your
black hide.
Then, as though afraid to trust him
ielf further, he thrust his clenched
lands desperately into his pockets
md strode swiftly away. Jim stood
the retreating figure, his
mouth wide open and an expression OF
eeply injured innocence stamped