The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-05-28

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never been descanted upon BY me-"
Il see by the papers" said Mrs. Git.
ford, with an air Of Fesignedly chang
ing the subject, they've been investi-
eating the failure Of the Valiant Cor
poration. The son seems to be get
ting the sharp end of the stick. Per
haps he's coming down here because
they've made It so bot for him In
New York. Wen. Tn afraid he'll nnd
this county disappointing"
He win thatr" agreed the doctor
savagely. no doubt he i1nagines he's
coming to kindly countrywide of gen.
tle-born people with souls and imagi.
nations; he'll find he's N In a section
that's entirely too ready to hack at his
fathers nams and prepared in ad
vance to call hfu Northern scum and
turn up its nose at his accent-a com
munity so full Of dyed-in-the-wool
snobbery that It woUld make Boston
look like a poorwhtts barbecue. Fm
sorry for himl"
Just then from the rear Ct the hcUss
came a strident voice:
"Yo. Raph'el! Take 20 hams
outer dem cherriesl Dom yo' know ei
yo' swallahs dem ar pits, yo' gwinStel
hab 'pendegeetus en- lump up en- dis3'
The sound Of slap and shrill yelt
followed, and around the porch dashed
an infantile darkey, as nude an black
Puck, with his hands full Of cherries
who came to a sudden deuaoralizet
stop in the embarrassing foreground
"Raphi" Numbered the doctor
Didn't tell you to go back to thai
kitchenT'
yes. suh." responded the imp. "Bui
yo' didr' tell me ter stay darT'
IT ! see you out here again" rcaret
the doctor. I'll tie your ears back
and grease you-and SWALLOW
you!" At which grisly threat. thu
apparition, with shrill ahriek, turned
and ran desperately for the corner o.
the house,
Il hearc" said the doctor. resuming
that the young man who came to fl
the place UP has hired Uncle Jetfer
son and lis wife to help him. Who's
responsible for that interesting infor
mation2"
Hickey Snyder" said Mrs. Mason
She's got a spy-glass rugged up II
a sugar-tree at Miss Matte Sues
and she Eaw them pottering around
there this morning"
Little Simb!" exclaimed Mrs. Gif
ford, with emphasis. She's as cheeky
as a towD-hog. can't imagine what
Shirley cambridge was thinking Of
when she brought that low-born child
out OF hex sphere"
Something like a growl came from
the doctor as he struck open the
screen-door. 'Limb!' I'll bet tel
dollars she's an angel In cedar
tree at a church fair compared with
some better-born young ones l know
Of who are only f1t to live when
they've got the scarlet-fever and who
ought to be in the reformatory long
ago. And as for Shirley cambridge
it's my opinion she and her mother
and a few others like her have got
about the only drops of the milk oi
human kindness in this whole aban
doned community"
Dreadful mani" said Mrs. Clifford
soto voce, as the door banged vicious
ly. ITO think Of his being born q
SouthallI Sometimes | can't believe
it,"
Mrs. Mason shook her head ant
smiled. "Ah, but that isn't the rea
Doctor Southau," she said That's
only his she'll"
"Tve heard that he has another
side," responded the other with
guarded grimness, but If he has,
wish he'd manage to show 1t some
times"
Mrs. Mason took on her glasses apt
wiped them carefully. Il saw ls wher
my husband died." she said softly
That was before you came. They
were old friends, you know. He was
sick almost a year. and the doctor
used to carry him out here on the
porch every day In his arms, like
child. And then. when the typhul
came that summer among the negroes
he quarantined himself with them-tht
only white man there-and treated
and nursed them and buried the doat
with his own hands, till 1t wal
stampe1 out. That's the real Doctor
Southa1l."
The rockers yibrated in silence for
moment. Then Mrs. Clifford said: ''
never knew before that he had any
thing to do with that duel. Was hE
one Of valiant's seconds?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Mason; and thu
major was the other. / was a LITTLE
girl when It happened. ! can barrel!
remember II, but it made a big sensa
ton"
And over love-affair!" exclaimed
Mrs. Clifford in the tone Of one Il
whom romance was daily bread.
81 suppose it was"