Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-05-08

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 aud 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.
"Ohi" 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 l
can't be table-cloth l 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."
Greenie yawned dismally, and right.
ed herself with injured slowness. "Ah
diffuses ter 'cep' yo' insult, Hickey
Snydah," she said. 'Ah'd ruthah lose
nah 1igion dan nah laz'ness. En- All
'spises yo' spissable dissisitioni"
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 w~unduhful
story
AS watahs dat covah de seal
startled the f%1uttering 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
a 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 chanting back from cheek to hair.
Without getting up, he rolled yer to
command a better view, and set his
eyes, blinking from their slumber, on
the children.
1--WE will now take up the collec-
tion," said Hickey. C'You can do it,
June. Use a fiat piece Of bark.) Re-
member that what we give today is
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 a shrill shrek from the bearer
and the collection was scattered broad
cast. Rosebud Meredith said Rick
ey witheringly, 1T 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
nounced: 1.-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
l will tell you a story" 70
Her auditors hunched themselves
nearer, a double ROY of attentive white
and black faces, as Hickey with a pre-
liminary bass cough, began in a drawl-
ing one 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
were always good and attentive-not
like that little niger over therei The
one 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 a dollar. And they were
rio BE Confinued.l