The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-07-09

and degree was matter of conven-
tional prohibition, but since the ad-
vent of Hickey, in whose soul lay a
Napoleonic instinct of leadership, this
was more honored in the breach than
in the observance.
MY! Amt it scrumptious here
now!" said Cozy Cabell, hanging vel
low lady-slippers over her ears. II
wish we could play here always"
"Mr. Valiant will let us" said Rick
ey. 81 asked him."
"Oh, he WILL" responded Cozy gloom
lily, "but he'll probably go and marry
somebody who'll be mean about it."
Everybody doesn't get married."
said one of the Byloe twins, with mas
culine assurance. Maybe he won't"
much boy knows about it," re-
torted Cozy scornfully. Women have
to, and some one of them will make
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 wuz er moughty good feelin'
ter go ter bald Mistis en- git up Mars
tah!"
WELL" said Cozy, tossing her head
till the flower earrings danced, I'm
going to get married if the man hasn't
got anything but character and
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."
tits Sunday!'-this 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 tattle-tale!" sang Rosebud
derisively. Don't care If you do"
WELL" 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. 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, land 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-
II won't" said Cozy sullenly. "If
can't be table-cloth / won't be dish
rag"
"All right, you needn't" retorted
Hickey freezingly. "Sit up, Greenie.
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. "and 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 sodden sleep under
bush at a 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 to
command 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 fat piece Of bark.) Re-
member that what we give today is
for the poor heather INN Alabama"
The bark-slab made its rounds, re-
ceiving leaves, acorns, and an occa-
sional pin. Midway, however, there
arose a shrill shrek from the bearer
and the collection was scattered broad
cast. Rosebud Meredith" said Rick
ey witheringly, 'it would serve you
right for putting that toad in the plate
if your hand would get all over warts!
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