Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1915-02-10

from de Norf,' but he knowed' it.
I've annexed him and his wife, by the
way"
You're lucky to have them. Unc'
Jefferson and Aunt Daph might have
slipped out of plantation of the last
century. They're absolutely ante-bel-
lum. Most of the negroes are more
or less spoiled, as you'll find, I'm
afraid" She turned the conversation
bluntly. Had you seen Damory
Court before?"
mo, never"
''Do you like the general plan of the
placer"
do like it?" cried John Valiant.
do 1 like it,
A quick pleasure glanced across her
face. 'Tt's nice of you to say it that
way We ask that question so often
it's become mechanical. You see, it's
our great show-place."
At that moment a patter of foot
steps and shrill shrieks came flying
over the Iast-year's leaves beyond the
lilac bushes. It's Hickey Snyder" she
said, peering out smilingly as two
children, pursued and pursuer, burst
into view. "Hush!" she whispered;
T wonder what they are up to-
The pair came in whirl through
the bushes. The foremost was a
seven-year-old negro girl, in a single
short cottonade garment, wizened,
barelegged and bareheaded, her black
wool parted in little angular patches
and tightly wrapped with bits of cord.
The other was white and as freckled
as a turkeys egg, with hair cropped
like a boys. She held a carving
knife cut from a single, whose edge
had been deeply ensanguined by poke
berry Juice The pursued one stun
bled over a root and came to earth in
a heap, while the other pounced upon
her like wildcat.
Hold still, you limb of Satan" she
scolded How can | do it when you
won't stay still?"
"Oh, lawd," moaned the PROSTATE
one, in simulated terror; ooh, Doctah,
good Doctah Snydah, has All gotter
hab dat operation? Is yo' sho' gwine-
ter tWitter aroun' nah insides wild
dem knives en- saws en- things?"
ut won't hurt" treasured the would
be operator; mo more than it did Mis-
Poly Clifford. And I'll put your liver
right back again"
''Wait er minute. All jes' remem-
bahs All fo'got ter make NAH will. An
leabs--"
"Nonsense!" objected the other irri-
tably. You made il yesterday. They
always do it beforehand"
mo. sub; An done clean forgot ct.
All LEADS nah th;n'f'e ter de Mefodis'
church en- nah black en- wife kitten
:er Hickey Snyder, en-"
A twig snapped under Valiant's foot.
Both scrambled to their feet, the black
girl to look at them with a wide self
conscious grin. Hickey, tossing her
short hair back from her freckled
face, came toward them.
my goodness, Miss Shirley" she
said, I'VE didn't see you at ALL" She
looked at Valiant. Are you the man
that's going to fix up Damory Court?"
she inquired, without any tedious for
malities
Eyes," said Valiant.
WELL" she said critically, you've
got your job cut out for you But
should say you're the kind to do it."
"Rickey!" Shirley's voice tried to
be stern, but there was hint of
laughter in it.
What did l say now?" inquired
hickey I'm sure l meant it to be
complimentary"
1T was" said Valiant. Il shall try
to deserve your good opinion"
"But what a CHASTITY play!" ex-
claimed Shirley, Where did you
learn it?''
1--WE were playing Mis- Poly Clifford
in the hospital" Hickey answered.
She's got a whole lot of little peb-
bles what they cut out"
"Oh, Rickey!" expostulated Shirley
with shudder.
They did. She keeps them in a
little pasteboard box like wedding-cake,
with blue ribbon around it. She was
showing it to Miss Matte Sue yester-
day She was telling her all about it.
She said all the women there showed
each other their cuts and Dragged
about how long they were"
you certainly have a highly devel-
oped taste for the dramatic" said
Shirley. 81 wonder what your next
effort will be-
It's tomorrow" Hickey informed
her. We're going to have the duel
between Valiant and Sassoon."
The smile was stricken from John
Valiant's face. A duel-the duel-be-
tween Valiant and Sassooni He felt
his blood beat quickly. Had there
been such thing in his fathers life?
Was that what had blighted it?
only not here where it really hap
pened, but in the Meredith orchard.
Greenies going to be"
"Ah ain'!" contradicted GREENE.
"Ah ain gwineter be dat Valiant, no
howl"
you are, tool" insisted Hickey,