The Detroit times., 1913-11-05

the window, dirty from the weeds,
and flung himself upon his master in
canine rapture.
Get OUT" Quoth the latter. laugh
ing. Stop licking my feet. How
the dickens do you suppose I'm to
get into my clothes with your ridicu.
lous antics going on? Down, ! say"
He began to dress rapidly. Listen
to those birds. Chum." he said.
There's an archaeological political
convention going on out there. Wish
| knew what they we're Ginning
about-they're so nightly In earn
est. See them splashing In that foun-
tain? II you had any self-respect
you'd be taking a bath yourself. You
need 1t Hark'' He broke of and
listened. Who's that singing?"
The sound drew nearer--a lugubri-
Gus chant. with the weirdest minor
,, reflections. family suggestive OF the
ragtime ditties OF the music halls, yet
with a plaintive cadence:
r1 m he wen, M %ow win rom de nel
Right toodle- link uh day
Right toodle-link- uh day.
Right o-link -uh. toodle-li link
III
"Dey kyah'd him in ter His sally deah.
she say, Nah lawd. yo looks SO queah =
Right toodle-link uh day, n
Right toodle-link- uh day.
Right toodle-link- uh. toodle- hnk-uh.
Da-a-dee-e-e-aye'"
A smile OF genuine delight crossed
the listeners face. That would make
the everlasting fortune OF music
hall artist" Valiant muttered. as,
coatless, and with q towel over his
arm, he stepped to the piazza.
"Dey laid him down-spang on de
He-e-e shet-up- his-eyes en- looked all
aroun',
Right toodIe-I link uh-day.
Right toodle link uh -day
Right toodle-link- uh toodle-link-un.
Da-a -dee-e-e-aye.
so den he died Civ up de Ghos'.
10 Aprums buzzum he did pos
Right toodle-link- uh day
Right toodle link uh day"
Good morning, Uncle Jefferson"
The singer broke OF 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 reck'n
dem ar birds woke yo' up: dey's max
In sch er 'miration."
Thank you. Never slept better In
my life. Am laboring under a de-
fusion when | imagine I smell cof-
fee?"
Just then there came a voice from
the open door OF the kitchen: Calls
yosef or man, yo' trifiin' reconstruct
ed niggah. Wen marstah gwineter
git ne brekfus' wild yo' ramshackIin'
eroun wild dat dawg all dis Gawd's-
biessid mawnin'? Gro fotch some mo-
nali- wood dis minute Yo'. heah?-
A turbaned head poked itself
through the door, with a good -natured
Ieaf-orown face beneath II, which
broadened into a wide smile as its
owner bobbed theoretically at Vail
ants greeting. "Fo' de Lawd." she
exclaimed. wipins fioury hands on a
gingham apron. ''Yo' sho' is I'D
early, 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 anne.
tite that needed no honing. From the
little valley through which the stream
meandered, rose a curdled mist. fray.
ing now beneath the warming sun
The tall tangled grass through which
ne passed was beaded with dew like
diamonds and hung with a thousand
fairy 1eweled webs. The wild honey.
suckle was alive with quick whirrings
OF humming- birds, and he hung his
pocketmirror from twig and shaved
with a woodsy chorus In his ears.
he came up the trail again to find
the reading-stand transferred to the
porch and laid with q white cloth on
which was set q steaming cofYee-pot
with fresh cream, saltless butter and
crisp hot biscuit: and as he sat
down, with a sigh of pure delight. in
MS oressing-gown-a creepy Japanese
thing redeemed from womanisAaess
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
surprising keenness. As he but.
tered his NTH biscuit he looked At
the dog, rolling on his back in morn.
ing ecstasy. with a look of humorous
surprise.
"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
breakfast, and then II was ant Ia
taste like chips and whet-stones. And
now look at this plate. The dog
ceased winnowing his ear with a
hind foot and looked back at his
master with much the same expres.
sion. Clearly his own needs had not
been forgotten.
"Reck'n All bettah 20 ter cit DAT
ar machine thing" said Uncle Jeffer.
son behind him. "Ol' CONAN. heah.
she low ter fix up de kitchen dis
mawnin' en- we begin on de house dis
evenin'.-
"Right-o," said Valiant. IT'S all
uphill, so the motor won't run away
with you. Aunt Daphne, can Won get
| some help with the cleaning?''
Hep? that worthy responded with
fine scorn. mo, sub. Moughtv few.
In de town 'cep'n low-down waller
newissue trash Diet ain wu'f KILN,
All gwineter go TO- dat house mahse'f
To- long. hannah en- tongs, en- git Il
nx' up,"
Splendid, My destiny is in your
hands. You might take the dog with
yon. Uncle Jefferson: the run win
do him good"
When the latter had disappeared
and truculent sounds from the Kitchen
indicated that the ora ~ s<rccuo..