The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-10-13

He Bent Over, Suddenly Noting the
Scent; 1t Was Cape Jessamine.
tendent and this stump's my desk. All
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 I'll
be Mrs. Merryweather Mason and
teach the infants class"
There isn't any infant GLASS;" said
Hickey. "How could there be when
! there aren't any infants? The lesson
is over and I've just rung the bell for
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
LIST if you want to-"
Il won't" said Cozy sullenly. "If
can't be table-cloth l won't be dish.
rag"
All right, you needn't" retortet
! People don't lie on their backs in
Sunday-school"
/ GREENE yawned dismally, and right
ed herself with injured slowness. "Ah
diffuses ter 'cep' yo' insult, Hickey
Snydah," she said "Ah'd ruthah lose
nah 'ligion dan NAH laz'ness. En- All
'spises yo' spissable dissisition!"
Let us all RISE" continued Hickey,
! unmoved, land sing Kingdom Com
/ ing" And she struck up Justify,
beating time on the stump with a
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 wunduhful
| story
AS watahs dat covah de sea!
The clear voices in the quiet air
startled the fluttering birds and sent
a squirrel to the tip-top of an oak,
from which he looked down, flirting
his brush. They reused a man, too,
who had lain in a sodden sleep under
bush at little distance. He was
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 to
command a better view, and set his
eyes, blinking from their slumber, on
the children
I'VE will now take up the collec-
tion," said Hickey. ("You can do it,
June. Use fiat piece Of bark) Re-
member that what we give today Is
for the poor heather in-in Alabama"
The bark-slab made it's rounds, re-
ceiving leaves, acorns, and an occa-
sional pin. Midway, however, there
arose shrill shrek from the bearer
and the collection was scattered broad
cast. Rosebud Meredith" said Rick
BY witheringly, sit would serve you
right for putting that toad in the plate
| If your hand would get all over warts
I'm sure l hope it will" She rescued
the fallen piece Of bark and an
i nounced: "The collection this after
| noon has amounted to a hundred dol
lars and seven cents. And now, chill
dren, we will skip the catechism and
will tell you a story"
Her auditors hunched themselves
pearer, double row of attentive white
and black faces, as Hickey with pre-
| l1minary bass cough, began in drawl-
Ing tone whose mimicry called forth
giggles of ecstasy.
| There were once two little sisters
who went to Sunday-school and loved
their teacher ve-e-ery much. They
! we're always good and attentive-not
like that little niger over there! The
Dne with his thumb in his mouth! One
was little Mary and the other was
little Susy. They had a mighty rich
uncle who lived in Richmond, and
once he came to see them and gave
them each dollar. And they were
Ve-e-ery glad. 1t wasn't a mean old
paper dollar, all dirt and creases; nor
q battered whitley silver dollar; but
It was bright round gold dollar, right
,ut of the mint. Little Mary and little
| Susy could hardly sleep that pight for
| thinking of what they could buy with
those gold dollars.
Early next morning they went
! downtown, hand in hand, to the store,
and little Susy bought bag of goober-
peas, and sticks and sticks of striped
candy, and timber jack, aid gold
ring, and wax doll with silk dress
On that could open and shut it's eyes"
"Huh!" said the captious Cozy.
| You can't buy wax doll for a dollar.
My littlest, littlest one cost three, and
she didn't have stitch to her backi"
Shut up!" said Hickey briefly.
Dolls were cheaper then" She looked
at the row Of little negroes, google
eyed at the vision of such largess.
What do you think little Mary did
with her gold dollar? She loved dolls
and candy, too, but she had heard
about the poo-oo-r heather. There was
tear in her eye, but she took the dol
lar home, and next day when she went
| to Sunday-school, she dropped it In
! the missionary-box
Little children, what do you reckon
became of that dollar? It bought a
! big satchelful Of tracts for a mission
ary. He had been a poor man with
six children and wife with a bone
telon on her right hand-not a child
old enough to wash dishes and all of
them young enough to fall in the fire
20 he had to go and be missionary.
He was going to Alaham-to canni-