Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-06

no good Majah, Abs sho 'feahed
sumpin' gwineIer happen"
Nonsense the major shifted
What fool ideas got under your
wool now? Been seeing Mad Anthony
again, Ill bet a dollar
Uncle Jefferson swallowed once or
twice with seeming difficulty and
turned the gravel with his toe. Oats
So, he said gloomily. "Ah done see
de old man de yuddah day bout ct.
Anty, he know! He see trouble
er-comin' en- trouble er-gwine. Dat
same night he hoss-shoe drop often
de Stable do. en- dis ve'y mawnin' er
ouhd done fly inter de house Das
er mighty bad hoodoo, er mighty bad
hoodool"
"shucks!" said the major. You're
as loony as old Anthony. with your
internal signs. If your Mars Johns
been out all day l reckon he'll turn
up before long. I'll wait for him a
wnlle. He started in, but paused on
the threshold. Did you say-ah-
that mitn was all gone, Unc' Jeffer-
son?
Uncle Jeffersons lips relaxed in
wide grin. All reck'n er few stray
sprigs lef, sub. Step in en- mex
yosef home. Eff Mars John see yo,
ne be mought'ly hoped up. All
gwineter mix 20 dat julep in two
shakesl"
He disappeared around the corner
OF the porch and the major strobe
into the hail. threw his gray SLOUGH
hat on the table, and sat down.
1t was quiet and peaceful, that an
cient hall. He fell to thinking of the
many times. of old, when he had sat
there. The house was the same
again, now. It had walked from a
thirty-years slumber to a renewed
prime. Only he had lived on mean
while and now was old! He sighed.
How gay the place had been the
night of the ball. with the lights and
roses and musicl' He remembered
what the doctor had said about Va
liant and Shirley-it had lain ever
since in his mind, a painful specula-
ton. The recollection reused an
other thought from which he shrank
He stirred uneasily. What on earth
kept that old darby so long over that
julep?
A slight noise made him turn his
head; but nothing moved. Only a
creak of the woodwork. he thou
| and settled back again in his chair.
1t was in fact, a stealthy football
he had heard. 1t came from the
library. where shabby figure
cIOucneu, listening, III the corner De-
hind the tapestried screen-a man
evilly clad, with a SCARED cheek.
| 1t had been with no good purpose
that Greet King had logged the
major these last days. He Rugged
hot hatred grown to white heat in
six years of prison labor within bleak
walls at the clicking shoe-machine.
or with the chain-gang on blazing
| or frosty turnpikes. He had skunk
| behind him that afternoon, creeping
up the drive under cover of the
bushes. and while the other talked
with Uncle jefferson, had skirted the
| house and entered from the farther
side, through an open French window
Now as he peered from behind the
| screen, a poker snatched from the
| fireplace was in his hand. His fur
| tive gaze fell upon morocco covered
case on commode by his side. He
| lifted its lid and his eyes narrowed as
he saw that it held a pistol. He sat
! down the poker noiselessly and took
! the weapon. He tilted tit was
rusted, but there were loads in the
| chambers. He crouched lower, with
a whispered CURSE the major was
coming into the library. but not alone
| the old niger was with him,
| Uncle jefferson bore a tray with a
| frosted goblet over whose rim peeped
green leaves and which spread abroad
| an ambrosial odor, which the major
| shifted approvingly as the other set
| the burden on the desk at his elbow.