The Detroit times., 1913-11-26
CHAPTER XII.
the COMING Of Greet kino.

II was Sunday afternoon. and undo
the hemlocks. Hickey Snyder IN
gathered her minions-a dozen Chi
dren from the nearby houses will
the usual sprinkling OF little black
from the kitchens There wer
parents. OF course. 10 whom thi
mingling OF color and degree was :
matter OF conventional prohibition
but since the advent OF Hickey, IL
whose soul lay Napoleonic instinc
of leadership, this was more honore,
I'm the breach than In the observance
! MY. Amt it scrumptious here
now" said Coy Cabell. hanging yel
low lady-slippers over her ears. 81
wash we could play here always"
"Mr. Valiant will let u.s. said
Hickey. Il asked him"
"Oh. he will" responded Cozy
gloomily. but he'll probably go and
marry somebody who'll be mean about
It,"
Everybody doesn't get married. >
said one Of the Byloe twins. with mas
culine assurance. Maybe he won't
Much boy knows about it," re
torted Coy scornfully. Women have
to. and some one OF them will maks
him. (Greenville Female Seminary
Simms. II you slap that little niggcI
again. III slap you'll"
GREENE rolled over on the grass
! and Uttered. Miss Matte SUE
didn't" she said All heah huh say
de yuddah day ct wuz er moughty
good feelin' ter 60 ter bald Mistis en-
git up Marstah!"
Well" said Cory, tossing her head
till the flower earrings danced. I'm
going to get married II the man hasn't
got anything but q character and q
| red mustache Married women don 4
have to prove they could have got q
husband II they had wanted to-"
Let's play something" proposed
Rosebud Meredith, on whom the dis
cussion palled Lets play King
! King Katiko"
ITS Sunday!"-this from he;
smaller and more righteous sister
We're forbidden to play anything
but Bible games on Sunday. and Il
Rosebud does. Ill tell"
'Jay-bird tattle-tale!" sang Rose
bud derisively. Don't care II you
dol"
Well" decreed Hickey. "wen
play Sunday-school then. II would
take saint to object to that. I'm
superintendent and this stumps my
desk. All you children sit down un.
der that tree"
They ranged themselves in two
rows. the white children, In clean
Sabbath pinafores and go-to-meetins
knickerbockers, In front and the col.
ored ones, In gtnghams and cotton
prints. In the rear-the habitual ex.
preston OF a differing social station.
"Oh!" shrieked Miss Cabell, and IL
be Mrs. Merrywea'her Mason and
teach the infants class"
There isn't any infant class" said
Hickey. How could here be when
there aren't any infants? The les.
SON Is over and I've just rung the
bell for silence. Children, this Ia
Missionary Sunday. and I'm glad to
see so many happy faces here today.
Cozy.' she said relenting, you can
be the organist II you want to-"
Il WON'T" said Cozy sullenly. IF
/ cant be tablecl0th I won't be dish
rag"
Ali right, you needn't retorted
Hickey freesingly. "Sit up, GREENE.
People don't lie ON their backs In
Sunday-school."
Greenie yawned dismaily. and right
ed herself with injured slowness. "Ah
dinuses ter 'cep yo' insult, Hickey
Snydah." she said. "Ah'd ruthah lose
nah ligion dan NAH laz-ness En- All
'spises 20 spissable dissisition!"
Let US all RISE" continued Hickey.
unmoved. land sing Kingdom Com
ing" And she struck up Justify,
beating time on the stump with a
stick:
From all the dark places OF earth's
heather races.
O. gee how the thick shadows fee"
and the rows OF children Joined In
with JUNCTION, the colored contingent
coming out strong on the chorus:
De yerf shall be full OBJ de wunduhful
story
As watahs dat covah de seal"
The clear voices In the quiet air
startled the futtering birds and sent
squirrel to the tip-top OF an oak,
from which he looked down, flirting
his brush. They reused a man, too.
who had laid In sodden sleep under
a bush al little distance. He was
ragged and soiled aud his heavy, bru-
tai face. covered with dark stubble
of some days growth, had an ugly
scar slanting from cheek to hair.
Without getting up, he rolled over
to get better view, and set his
eyes. blinking from their slumber, on
the children.
We will now take up the collec-
ton said Hickey. ("You can do II.
June. Use a fiat-piece OF BARK Re.
member that what We give today Is
for the poor heather in--in Alabama"
That's no heather place" object
ed Coy with spirit My cousin lives
In Alabama"
We'll. then" acuuiesced Hickey,
anywhere you like. BIT / reckon
your cousin wouldn't be above taking
the money. For the poor heather
who have never heard OF God. or vir-
ginia. or anything. Think OF them
and give cheerfully."
The bark-shb made its rounds, re-
ceiVing leaves, acorns, and an occa.
sional pin. Midway. However. there
arose a shrill shrisk from the bearer