The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-04-02

Hold on" cried John Valiant. Il
thought you were bound In the other
direction
mo, sub. Ah'm gwine back whah ]
come f'om. All JUS druv out hyuh
case Miss Shirley done met me, en-
she say, 'Unc' Jeffe'son, yo' go 'treckly
out de Red Road, case er gemman
done got stalled-ed.'
'Oh-Miss Shirley. She told you.
did she? What did you say her first
name WASP"
Oats hun fust name, Miss Shirley.
Vas, sub! Miss Shirley done said f.
me ter come en- git da semman whut
-whut kinder dawg is yo' got dar?"
Its a bulldog. Can you give me q
lift? I've got that small trunk and"
Oats right Ane dawg. Miss Shir-
ley she moghty fond OBJ dawgs, too
Fond of dogs, is she?" said Valiant.
Il might have known it. 1t was nice
of her to send you here, Uncle Jeffer-
son. You can take me and my traps,
suppose?"
"'Pens on whah yo gwineter,' an
swered Uncle Jefferson sapiently.
I'm going to Damory Court
A kind of shocked surprise that was
almost stupefaction spread over the
others face, like oil over pool.
Danny Co'ot! OATS de old Valiant
place. Ain nobody lives dar. All
reckn ain nobody live dar fer mos er
hun erd yeahs!"
1.-THE old house has a great surprise
coming to it," said Valiant gravely.
'Henceforth some one is going to oc-
cupy it. How is it anyway"
"Measurin' by de coonskin en- th'ow-
in in de tail, cts erbout two mile.
Ain gwineter live dar yo'se'f, sub, is
yo'?"
Il am for the present." was the
crisp answer.
Uncle Jefferson stared at him a mo-
ment with his mouth open. Then ejac-
ulating under his breath, "Fo de
Lawd, Whut folks gwineter say ter
dat" he shambled to the rear of the
motor and began to unship the steam
er-trunk. Whit yo gwineter do wild
dat-ar?" he asked, pointing to the car.
''Ah kin come wild ole Sukey-dat's
NAH mule-en fotch it in de mawn-
in. Amt gwineter rain ter-night no.
how
This matter having been arranged,
they started jogging down the green
bordered road, the bulldog prospecting
alongside.
"S'pose'n de Co'ot done ben sold en-
yo' gwineter fix 1t up TO de new
ownah," hazarded Uncle Jefferson
presently
Valiant did not answer directly.
you say the place hasn't been occu-
pied for many years." he observed.
Did you ever hear why, Uncle JEFF
ferson?"
''Ah done heerd." said the other
vaguely, 'but All disremembahs.
Sump'in dat happened befo' All come
heah f'om oil Post-Oak Plantation.
Reck'n Majah Bristow he know erbout
it, er Mis- Judith-dat's Miss Shirley 8
mothah Her fathah wus Genl Tawm
cambridge, en- he died TO- she was
bawn."
Shirley cambridge! A high-sound-
ing name, with something of long.
linked culture, Of arrogant heritage.
In some subtle way it seemed to
clothe the personality of which Va
liant had had that fieeting roadside
glimpse.
"Reck'n yo'-all come foha New
York;" inquired Uncle Jefferson. after
little silence. $50! Dey say aat's
er pow'ful big place. But All reek' n
OIL Richmons big ernuf TO- me-" lie
clucked to the leisurely mule ana
added, "Ah bin ter Richmon' onca.
Vas, sub! All nevah see sech houses
mos all bigger'n de county co'ctr
house."
John Valiant expressed somewhat
absent interest He was looking
thoughtfully at the blossom in hia
hand, in an absorption through whica
Uncle Jefferson's "reminiscences ooze9
on.
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