The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-07-17

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simms, If you slap that little niger
again. I'll slap youD"
Greene rolled over on the grass and
Uttered. Miss Matte Sue didn'." she
said. All heah iuh say de yuddah
day et wuz er moughty good foelin'
ter 20 ter bald Mistis en sit up Mars
taht'
Well" said Cozy. tossing her head
tII 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 10 prove they coula have got
a husband If they had wanted o..
Let's play something" proposed
Rosebud Meredith. on whom the dis
cussion palled. Lets play King.
King Katiho.'
It's Sunday!"-this from her small
r. and more righteous sister. "We're
forbidden to play anything but Bible
games on Sunday, and if Rosebud
does. I'll tell
'Jay-bird tattla-talc'' sang Rosebud
d~.rIslyely. Don't care if you do"
Well decrecd Hickey. Wen play
SaAday school then. 1t would take a
saint to object to that. I'm superin-
teudcnt 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
kuickorbockers, 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 Glass;
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 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 Coy s|ullenly. IF |
can be table-cloth | won't be dish
rag"
All right. YOU needn't" retorted
Hickey i%reezingly. sit up, Greene.
People don't lie on their backs in
Sunday-school."
Greene yawned dismally, and right
ed herself with injured slowness. All
diffuses ter 'cep' yo' insult, Hickey
Snydah," she said. Aid ruthah lose
nah ligion dan mai laz'ness. En- All
'spises yo' spissab!e 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 fun oh de wunduhful
story
AS watahs dat covah de sea!
The clear voices in the quiet air
startled the futtering birds and sent
a squirrel to the tiptop of an oak,
ApAl4 wiz Ht IOOhtU uOMl, HlTllUg
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 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 o take up the collec-
ton" said Hickey. i'You can do it.
June. Use a fiat piece Of BARK Re
member hat 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 a shrill shrek from the bearer
and the collection was scattered broad.