The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-08-09

sees de elegant fgur yoah wife cuts
on de street dis day. Prime. you'll
wish you'd a-went wild huh! Dat'tar
bucket o a Peach Swan won't be no
wha'."
From her dresser drawer she took
a bottle of flake white" and pres
entity her face was like the back of
a sheep for wilderness, and her hands
like two wedding cakes. lis fairuh'n
most white folks, /" she congratulated
herself; 'blest eff l amt"
With pride swelling her heart she
clothed her feet in a pair Of immense
canvas pumps. n fastened about her
waist a beaded girdle Of blue velvet
that for size would have put to shame
the blanket under an elephants how
dahl" Then. setting on her bushed-
out hair a white chip hat with a long
pale blue willow plume. she set forth
in the trail of the phaeton. her faith
in the power of her costume strong
and uplifting.
A portion Of the hill upon which
stood the court house had been re-
she reached the top Of the hill. She
resolved to take a short cut" to Aunt
Jinsey Podge's and attempted to cross
the section of loose regarded earth.
1t broke through and she sank to her
knees.
For many minutes, to the detriment
Of her finery. she struggled to extri-
cate herself. Seeing that her frantic
struggles were vain. the tittering
crowd that had gathered sent a cali
for the police.
In a few moments two husky off,
GERS responded.
Quit dat warm youhsef out a-pul-
lin gin de clay. woman!" Nelly Peters,
r shrill voiced young negress. cried.
De p'lice is come"
Attracted by the GROVE and the adj
visory wells that came therefrom, the
Rev. Priam Witt and Miss Peachey
Swan, passing, hastily descended
from the phaeton.
BY this time strong planks had
been brought, and amid much risibil-
ity the hapless Spradella's rescue was
being slowly effected.
Eff I wuz de heft O. dat woman"
heard Nelly Peters shrilly screening.
dis own wouldn't hold me moh'n
one noah day afoah I'd be nego-
tiatin' wild de sideshow men. Eff 1
wuz a Appropriateness creetur like
dat I'd quit tryin' to outshine young
gals wild shapes. and take my proper
place in de show ring. OATS whut!"
spradella heard her. and the look
Of humiliation on Priam's face, as
Az IOon MISS S"oAA Gill
and fastened away. filed her with
despair.
Her white shoes gone, her willow
plume sullied with mire, her skirts
a mass of mud, her girdle burst, she
numbered home, her tears making
yellow lanes down her two white
cheeks.
That evening, when the pastor Of
the African Methodist Episcopal
church came home in a state Of con
Stunning wrath. he found a closed and
silent house. Pinned to his pillow
was a laboriously scrawled note. It
said:
Dear husband! l sees 1 can't he
purity no no. I tride dressin' up, but
1t dune no goode. I see You a Lookin'
at Me Stuck in de Mud and my ize
is opunt. ize gone off to Eze You
o. de M~auticashun o. SEEM Me emmy
mo- bout heer. Git old Forestry
Mace to cook fun you and keep yosef
Prfam Savagely Pushed Her Away.
onspotted FUN de worl'. Use gona kepe
mistuh casper rue. at de bank, de-
formt O. my movements, SO eff a time
ever Gums when You Nede Me, tel
Mistuh Rue, an he'll git wurd too
me. You hart bruck
,"Spradelly."
Whether it was fate or answer to
prayer two weeks after Spradella
disappeared from his sight the Rev.
Priam Witt. ONT driving with Miss