The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1918-02-21

Bang. W.s-a-a-ack. A Sh:1!1-rn. re-
port split the air of the stable. and
there was an orif1ce Of remarkable di.
ameter in the alley door. With :Erss
phenomena. three yellS. expressing ex'
cite.nent Of different kinds. We're ~.
most simultaneous-two from within
the stable and the third from point
In the alley about eleven inches lower
than the orifice just constructed IA
the planl1ing OF the door. This third
l~fnt. roughly speaking, was the open
mouth of a gayly dressed young color.
ell man whose attention. as he s1rc'led,
lad been thus violently distracted from
some mental computations he was
making in numbers, including, particu-
lafly, those symbols Of ecstasy or woe.
His eye at nee perceived the oriftce
On q line enervatingly little above The
top Of his head; and, although he had
not supposed himself so well knovn in
this neighbOrhood, he was aware that
he did, here and there, possess ac-
Quaintances of whom some such UNI
complimentary action might be expect
ed as natural and characteristic. HIS
immediate procedure was to PROSTATE
himself fat upon the ground, against
the stable doors.
In so doing, his shoulders came
brusquely in contact with one of them,
which happened to he unfastened, enc
1t swung open, revealing to his eaz
two stark-white white boys, one
them holding an enormous pistol am
both staring at him In stupor OF uIti
mate horror. For. to the CLASSY eyes
of Penrod and Sam. the stratagem o.
the young colored man, thus dropping
to earth, disclosed, with awful certain
ty, slaughtered body.
This dreadful thing raised itself TIP
on its elbows and looked at them. and
there followed a motionless moment
q tableau of brief duration, for both
boys turned and would have fled,
shrieking, but the body spoke:
eats a nice business!" it said re-
proachfully. "Nice business! Tryin
blow a mans head OFF,
Penrod was unable to speak, bu,
Sam managed to summon the tremu'
lous serlblance Of voice.
"Where-where did it hit your" +
gasped.
"Nemmine anything bout where it
hit me-" the young colored man return
ed, busting mis- breast ana knees as pc
rose. II want to know what kline .
white boys you think you is--nla
can't walk long street 'thout you blow
in his head off !" He entered the sta
Bile and, with an Indignation surely
justified, took the pistol from the limp
cold hand of Penrod. "Whose gun yc,
playin' with? Where you git at gum
tits ours" quavered Sam. ut be.
longs to US"
"Then YOU pa ought to be rested,
said the young colored man. "Lettin
boys play with gun!" He examine
the revolver with an interest in whic'
there began to appear symptoms vt q
pleasurable appreciation. "My GOO
ness! Gun like 'iss blow team o
steers thew q brick house! Look ut &:
gunr" With his right hand he twirled
it in q manner most dexterous and sur
prising; then suddenly he became Sc
we're. "You white boy, listen me-" he
said. EFF went an did what ought
to did, I'd march straight out 'iss sta
BILE, git a policeman, an tell him rest
you an take you off to Jail. Ats what
you needEblowin' mans head of
Listen me: I'm goin' take 'iss gun an
th'ow her away where you can't do nc
mo- harm with her. I'm goin' take her
way off in the woods an th'ow bel
away where can't nobody fine her an
90 BLOWN mans head of with her
Ats what I'm goin' dol" And placing
the revolver inside his coat as incon
spicuously as possible, he proceeded &c
the open door and into the alley. where
he turned for a final word. II let you
off ISIS one time" he said, ''but listen
me-you listen, white boy: 20 bet not
tell you pa. I ain goin' tell him, an
you ain goin' tell him. He want know
where gun gone, you tell him you los
, her."
He disappeared rapidly.
Sam Williams, swallowing continu
ously, presently walked to the allie.
door, and remarked in a weak voice
"Tm sick at my stummick." He paused
then added more decidedly: I'm goin
home. guess I've stood about enough
around here for one day!" And be
slowing last glance upon his friend
who was now sitting dumbly upon the
floor in the exact spot where he hat
stood to fire the dreadful shot. San
moved slowly away.
! The early shades Of autumn evenin:
we're falling wh@n Penrod emerged
from the stable: and hotter hoh