Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1914-07-30
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him. (Greenville Female Seminary
Simms. if you slap that little Niger
again, I'll slap YOU'D"
GREENE rolled over on the grass and
Uttered. Miss Matte Sue didn'," she
said. .Ah heah huh say de yuddah
day ct WIZ er moughty good feelin
ter go ter bald Mistis en- git up Mars.
tah!"
Well" said Coy, tossing her head
till the flower earrings danced. I'm
going to get married if the man hasn't
got anything but a character and a
red mustache. Married women don't
have to prove they could have got
husband if they had wanted to-"
Let's play something" proposed
Rosebud Meredith, on whom the dis
cussion palled. Let's play King
King Katiko."
Its Sunday!"- from her small
er and more righteous sister. Were
forbidden to play anything but Bible
games on Sunday, and if Rosebud
does, I'll tell"
"Jay-bird tattIe-tale!" sang Rosebud
derisively. Don't care if you dol"
We'll, decreed Hickey. We'll play
Sunday school then. 1t would take a
saint to object to that. I'm superin
tendent and this stump's my desk. AL
you children sit down under that tree.
They ranged themselves in two
rows, the white children, IN clean Sab
bath pinafores and go-to-meeting
knickerbockers, In front and the col
ored ones, in ginghams and cotton
prints, in the rear-the habitual ex
preston of a differing social station
"Oh!" shrieked Miss Cabell, "and III
be Mrs. Merryweather Mason and
teach the infants class"
There isn't any infant class" said
Hickey. How could there be when
there aren't any infants? The lesson
is over and I've just rung the bell fol-
silence. Children, this is Missionary
Sunday, and I'm glad to see so many
happy faces here today. Cozy," she
said relenting, you can be the organ
ist if you want to-"
81 won't" said Cozy sullenly eff ]
can't be table-cloth 1 won't be dish
rag"
"All right, you needn't" retorted
Hickey freezingly. "Sit up, Greene
People don't lie on their backs in
Sunday-school."
GREENE yawned dismaIly, and right
ed herself with injured sIowness. "Ah
diffuses ter 'cep' yo' insult, Hickey
Snydah," she said. "Ah'd ruthah lose
nah 'igion dan nah lazness. En- All
'spises yo' sptssable dissisition!"
Let US all rise" continued Hickey
unmoved, "and sing Kingdom Com
ing. And she struck up Justify
beating time on the stump with q
stick, 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 wunduhfu
story
As watahs dat covah de sea!
The clear voices in the quiet all
startled the futtering birds and sent
a squirrel to the tip-top of an oak
from which he looked down, f1irtins
his brush. They reused a man, too
who had lain in sodden sleep under
a bush at little distance. He was
ragged and soiled and his heavy bru
tai face, covered with a dark stubble
of some days growth, had an ugly
| scar slanting back from cheek to hair
| Without getting up, he rolled over t
| command better view, and set hi:
| eyes, blinking from their slumber, OF
! the children.
eve will now take up the coIlec
tion," said Hickey. ("You can do it
June. Use a fat piece of bark.) Re
member that what we give today i!
/ for the poor heather in-in Alabama.
The bark-slab made it's rounds, re
ceiying leaves, acorns, and an occa
sional pin. Midway, however, Their,
arose a shrill shrek from the beare
and the collection was scattered broad