The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-09-25

him. (Greenville Female Seminary
simms. II you slap that little aigger
again, I'll slap youD"
Greenie 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 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."
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, III tell"
"Jay-bird tattle-tale!" sang Rosebud
derisively. Don't care II you dol"
Well" decreed Hickey. "WeIl 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
Observation-Disclosures In Front opd tho col
ored ones. In ginghams and cotton
prints, in the rear-the habitual ex-
preston of 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. eff
can't be table-cioth ! 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 dismally, and right
ed herself with injured slowness. "Ah
diffuses ter 'cep' yo' insult. Hickey
Snydah." she said. "Ah'd ruthah lose
nah Iigion 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 9
stick, and the rows of children Joined
in with JUNCTION, the colored contingen,
coming out strong on the chorus:
De yerf shall be full oh de wunduhfu
story
AS watahs dat covah de sea!
The clear voices in the quiet all
startled the fluttering birds and sem
squirrel to the tiptop of an oak
from which he looked down, flirtinf
his brush. They reused a man, too
who had lain in a sodden sleep under
bush at little distance. He was
ragged and soiled and his heavy bru
tai face, covered with a dark stubblt
of some days growth, had an ugly
scar slanting back from cheek to hair
Without getting up, he rolled over t.
command a better view, and set his
eyes, blinking from their slumber, OF
the children.
1--WE will now take up the collec
tion," said Hickey. ("You can do It
June. Use a fiat piece of bark.) Re
member that what we give today ii
for the poor heather in-in Alabama.
The bark-slab made its 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