Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, October 20, 1894, Page 12

1\17/\ SINIY SV 7J-II\I. An purty soon dey'll see a mighty blg change | n dis yher wat'll &w By Welthyn Western, s Il brek (Copyright, 1884) THE OMAHA DAILY 2: SATURDAY, OCTOBER 20, earth; an’ dar'l come big win's p away de dirt an’ truck an-'de ut an’ houses 'll be blazin' an’ de little creeks eben ull' burn gry. *Wen de great trump shall soun’ An' praps some po’ broder has I'll be dyar, worked %0 I'll be dyar, tan' by an When de great trump shall soun® to see dat hard to get he little e wull )" see it burn an’ he'll feel bad ar little house an' shaid burn o~ T'll be dyar.” Will he? Oh, no! my frens. He'll say Over and over in monotonous measure TOSe | ‘Burn dar the ®ong from hundreds of dusky throats, | use fur yey Righ and strong, with notes of triumph; | be pervided then gradually sinking lower, until almost | h& ant da unintelligible, as the wearled volces clung | J1HE to the refrain with a sort of dull assurance; | gpock o' gr yo po’ little onery house; I'se no burn! burn!' He knows he'll fur. Do whole earth wull be | be mansions tur him. He rk hard eny mo' to bulld onery house an' buy a snifetin’ n #gain rolling forth with doubled energy, | An’ dar’ll be shakin’ han's an' heaps o' when the singers regained breath and ardor, an' dar's gwine be u‘:r smart o ©or recruits struck In vigorously, their bodies swaying from side to side and outstretched arms beating time. ong It was a weird scene; a strange mingling goma of light and darkness; evening in a dark yer rumatiz grove on the edge of a little southern town. | Broder Zel For a large space the young scrub oaks and hazel bushes had been cleared away and AR dey rough seats improvised; at one end a plat ‘ ‘mongst doze wat hain't ben frens. An' how ‘sprised dey'll each urrer so cumf'tble to get An' dey'll all feel so good Il say to Broder Zekel, ‘How's dis mawnin’, Broder Zekel? An el, he say, ‘Why, bress yer, I eny rumatiz ‘tan. Watch dose ley limber; no rumatiz yher.' say to Sis'r Nan Mawnin’, s How's flut fl_ o yers form and a queer impromptu pulpit. Over | Purty short foday? An' Sis't Nance, she this platform canvas was stretched and coal | 1aff an' say oll lamps made it grandly luminous com- | Yher mawr pared with the darkness beyond, The pulpit i was draped with bright chintz. There were H il Took & few chairs, ‘evidently from the homes of | foel dut g some of the brethren; two rockers with gay | wicked folk patchwork cushions, somewhat sofled; the |dat trump others, plain pine chairs, scrubbed almost 88 white as enamel. Some sister of artistic | (oS tastes had brovght a few bright geranjums | 305" In a green glass. This had been pl on | nioun’ins t the pulpit, but a cautious deacon, knowing | moun'ins de Brother Barrer's pecullarities of delivery and | folks come the certainty of absorbed gesticulation, re- ;"‘;“ .<’l”|.m moved the floral decorations to a small table in the rear. | 4 wid dey hary se uingels an' dat sweet music dan dey ‘Ise Jes puffed up wid breft dis 1, it come dat easy. Ise breav- in' de zeffurs of Beulah. An' dey all feel ver, my frens, yo' speck ev'on > Oh, no! How yo' 'low d s 1 my frens, wen dey yher an' see dose aingels flotin’ down 7 Oh! dey'll be mo' scaared o lions. An’ dey'll crawl un’er o' stacks dey call on de » fal on ‘em. An' p'haps de ne fall on ‘em, but dose wicked quick ez eny t'ing; dey cain't An' dey’ll sneak in de dugouts come 'long an' tek oft de de dugouts an® dar dey be. Dey boun in dey ebil ways. Jes lek yo' Beyond and all around the tented and | gourd in a bar'l o' water an’ it bob Myminated platform were erowds of colored haps people and quite a considerable sprinkling of | dan hab yo Whites, The negroes looked earnest and | C4[If St serfous. Once in a while a young daryey's | wous is tuk lond undertone ¢ girl subdued gigg all a Dblazi attracted attention, or a child wailed out in | quake: I dat gourd 'd rath’ stay down punchin’ it all de time, but it down. wat'll dey do wen de right- up into de yair an’ de earth's \" confulgation an’ dar's earth turr'ble noises an’ awful hur'- alarm and fretfulness, but these distractions | can An' dey try to flo't up wid de righteous, | still dar ain An' den d were sternly frowned upon It was the last night of the camp meeting, and enthusiasm and religions fervor ran although the oreacher had not yet arrived “Wen de aingels come a fiyin® my Tru de yair 1 Tl be | I'll be dyar; come a Aflyin’ t The words were started by a little group | ready wen fear the edge at the left of the pulpit These voices were clear and musical. One young convert’s tenor was strikingly pure and sweet, while his black features were all | sense of tl aglow with animation. A mulatto near by, | Lord” from lolling at half length on a rude bench, fixed | Orously mop his attention upon the “How d° yey | fuce. but p know yo will?"" he questioned, with a coarse | laugh, edging around upon his clbow and peering out from beneath the brim of his| Then just slouch hat, that was puiled down to the |thinking « bridge of his brows. 1t was a wicked face and | Sl from t Bin's traces show bold and hideous Jines upon | SP°IK 0 the the rugged negro featurcs; his eyes deeper | amcoifirt set than is common with nis race, and gleam- | ay Ing with scornful intentness; there was a dull | erowl scar across his jaw; his whole expression one | Mummy g of evil bravado. “How ' yey know yoo'll | my be dyar?” he sneered again, dragging his| The man Ha chin up from the palm of his hand to its | and pusicd his hat back from his forehead | with @ quick look in her dircction. What edgo, thus spreading his coarse mouth end | making the brutish face all one horrid leer. | s oet There was a str just behind him, a | him ohlld’s half smothered exclamation of fear, | ut dey stuck to de earth, an ' no place fur 'em on de earth y pray an’ ‘pent o' dey wicked A’ all dey ebil doin's, but it too late late frens, whar yo' be wen de gre't > Will yo' be 'fofcin’ an’ singin v will ¥o' be gnashin’ an’ wailin ide away? Oh, brederen an beter to 'pent now an’ gib up d irn de songs o Zion, £0 yo' b de trump soun's? Aln' it, my llelujahis” and “Amens” from the 1 followed this exhortation. There groans from some overcome by the ir sins and fervent “Praise de others. The speaker was Vig pping the perspiration from his used occasionally to stretch out w breathless, silent plea to Presently some one took up e song as mammy, seeing only Jim ly of Jim, having released her he children, started forward to e mar, he rose, shrugged himself haking off the prescher's earnest words, twitched down his hat his way roughly through the ave a little entreating ery, “Jim, now at some distance, turned from the dead past had called to Mamma watched him in despair, the while Two little yellow haired girls, whose white | she struggled nervously to loosen the grasp faces looked saint-like in the dim light, were | of the child clinging to an old mammy in sudden ferror. | selves upon “Hush ‘e, honey,” came the responss, re- | frown assuringly patting the younger girl. *'Wos | edge of 1h ‘de_matter, chilc What a sweet old face it was, with its | his knees be frame of white wool! The eyes look:d out, | self with a softly kind from beneath well-shaped brows. | mau. Th Tle features seemed to have been refined | reverent in suffering. They were more clear cut | the angry dren who had again flung them- her. Only an instant he waited ed and passed on, Just at the e crowd he stumbled over the outstretched limbs of a devout brother upon fore a bench. He recovered him- curse and kicked the prostrate o latter, ready in warfare as worship, sprang up, and, catching glances of the other, promptly than the mulatto complexion would warrant | struck out at him. There was a scuffle, a few one to expect. But her carcsses were given | quick blows; then the stranger pulled back- absent mindedly. She was absorbed in this | ward by half u dozen hands, with a power evil-eyed stranger among the flock. He | ful effort ff turned toward them when the child cried out and gave her a good viow of his face. Upon her own was a strange mingling of gricf and b mar eager longin L *“Oh! Jim, my darlin’ boy," she to herself; “dis cudn’t be my Jim Th lder girl overheard “Why, ight mamni IPPILE an arm around her, “of | mammy, the ccurse that couldn’t be Jim. Of ¢ i with an afmost tearful insistence, *H wicked man; he has a bad face, You was a boy, a good, loving boy. You hay bling told us so, mammy." . chee honey, * yais There was evpairing t choking in mammy’s voice. “But he'd be o Vet it w man now, an' oh I hate to tink ob it o, but | her comfort he might be a bad, no 'count man. I reck- | never befor oned ‘twuz low down folks wat bought | ness. had him, an' widout his mammy to hulp and raise hin¥ up to be good, he might come | son had be to wickedness the childrer “Is he like your Jim, mammy? What |don. had be makes you think it's Jim?" whispered the | children al murmured is'a el ung off his opponents and passed | quickly beyoud the congregation into the larkness, Oh! such dark nmy, there was nothing left for jut take her little charges home y hung about her in their child ympathy and pleaded for her to spend and would not let her go. S igh feeling that she would rather urse not nie, vielded to her pets, as usual. The fnbed upon her lap and Kissed Jim wrinkled cheeks and patted the ands. How strange it 1o see y hearted mammy with such a rouble in her eyes 15 no new thing for these to be rs, for mammy's sorrow, though | ¢ showing this hopeless bitter- been longer than their lives him, | Tweity vears before, when mammy's little en separated from her by s Vs grandfather, old Colonel Brad ught her. Hisg son and his son's ike held in tender admiration child, wretched that all the hopeful dreams [ mammy's pure, patient, busy life. When which she shared with mammy about the | her f 1 came, mammy had been pro- long-looked for Jim should come to this un. | vided preferring a plain little place of happy end. How could mammy's Jim be | her own amoug tle other negroes in Happy other thay noble and true and good? Ang | Hollow. alt this coarse-faced disturber of the meeting! [f her time Oh, no, no honie, the *Oh _chile, chile, T feel it in my soul, He | motherless looks lek him sumhow, doh he look so bold | Vhen hough. probably the greater part was passed in her former master's ompanion and confidant of his children nurse came to take them away. and car'less; an’ dat sear on his eheok, 1| Y pleaded for mammy to put them to bed member de day le burned hisself dyar;| “Won't vou, mammy? s, =artiny) ‘twuz a drefful sore, O he's Ik Jim, || Sald mammy, “but hurry, now, or yo'll not 2ain’t tell yo how I knows, but 1 does kn be up to se It jes' comes to me; yo cain't ‘cejye a|O0NC Al e moder. But, oh! he diff'nt, g0 changed Dey 'bused him and made him ugly; he wuy | Tealized ¢ papa off tomorrow.” And with | h hand she passed out. Poor | mammy hardly saw those pale girls, scarcely cir caresses. She felt little s a0’ sensitive. But he ok ¢, | brown hand clir she saw a dusky new ways quick; he S a peart chile small f hty sy to | an' chillen learn | * P wickedness easier'n anything But 1 cun'nt eber tink o' him ‘zactly dis way. 1| reckoned he wud allus be kin Kin' a waltin' fur his mammy, an' glad to see ‘ mammy wen we foun' each at las an' now 1 has foun' 1} lek dis, my po’ Jim?" § Poor, patient-hearted mammy was alm. BIving away h, mawmmy, don't don't,” Nttle girls L g0 home. us home, mammy “Yals, d'rectly, chillen, mus' speak to Jim minit P'raps he'll k T speak to him 'Oh, no, mammy,” cried the youns child; “don‘t speak to him, mammy. 1 afrald, and perhaps it isn't Jim, after all Mammy herself was trembling with | {aken and Yague terror. She, too, was afraid of thi wretched, wicked man, but if he should b him—he was Jim—how could she let him oir 80 without a word? couldn’t; her boy! *'Oh, mammy, please Qo tak h “‘Yals, dearic, but not jes gides we i sturh meetin’, Listen, 'Brer Dar speakin' now.” tr , the meeting been i progress for ne ti but mammy usually 5o devoutly attentive, had not heard [ & word. The preacher had almost aroused | hor nd both himself and his hearers to down “Yais, my brederen au' sisters, we'll all | E1oUps lifted toward her own; she heard heah.’ o the § the ehildre p next morning. As mammy stairs, she heard Edith's voice horror 1. the paper eays he broke intc use and Mr. ce woke up a struggle and, Oh! papa, he reo; he ot 1 Isn't it Picrce was such a good, king the negroes loved him. And ribes the murderer, and ed looking man that camp ng last night, the thought was Jim. It says the ident him as a fellow wh sturbance at the meeting, and he v in town. Papa, it must be the w. Poor mammy! They have ) ught him and put him In jall and there (0 awful mob at the jail after he wa they think he ‘will be lynched hat shall we do for mammy? that man | Jin. And ibly bad man! my sat now upon the lower hall, utterly still, struck to the home. " I Hir Jim! A murderer! The little h hands were loosed from her's were no more voices or visions #t; but @ man's coarse fingers ing her throat; a man’s heavy ring brows were mocking her. esently, still in a numbness of dread, and slipped out silently ut divectly to the jail. Although o fervor neople w © already gathered in little Iy talking of the murder and be dyar wen de trump soun's, We'll alf | fiually made her way through the crowd int ome risin’ up from do grabe to see w'a the Jail an. on. De rich folks will come up from | Jailer exy dey moniments; I reckon it'|| har work fur some ob ‘em, but deyll hab to coni Mebbe some ob dem’ll be sorry t - ¥ Iebe sech 'ristocratic grabes fan' sech L € an her flowers, but dey'll hab to come. Au' de pot | CPoWd of m folks wull come. Oh! how glud some o' de! MIchiel, t po’ folks ‘ull be to get shet o' dem po' folks grabes “AN't D'raps s po’ m hyer an' her p 1 y'll rise up sum'ers else, au' by 'n' by somehow dey'll get togeder In de crowd an® den how joyful dat po’ lonesum m ' dat po' los' b be to see cach a 0o, not po’ moder not po' boy; bress joyful, happy mod an' boy den! PPy mMOUeT | him din tin ars 1ok 1 yber frens say to each | 1% RISht urrer, ‘Why, you yher? An' dey'll say, ‘Why, | | chror yher's Broder Ziah an' yher's Sis'r Suse SO ¥her's ole Uncle Abram’. An' p'raps sc g < "ull say, 'W'ats dat noise wat w me up? | uginst 1 Put purty scon dey'll see de heabe y hos' | g'glock and comin’ an de skics "Il open an' de folks | 1o yisit a ‘ull rub dey eyes, po' weak eyes been sleep | Jailed, but 80 dong gy eain't wtaw' sech shinla’ glory, | awbile, “lon, 11 At the requ un rise ug y "ull] sudnre n my ked to see the prisoner, The astonishment and dismay Wiy, Mammy Braddon, you don't want t brute. What showa bring a ? I'm mighty uncasy about that wh there; I think they mean ough probably there will be no putbreak befora night. You can’'t do hin mammy, if your dear old heart . He's too far gone in evil Dean,” cried mammy, * my £ los' Loy, He s Jim! [ saw camp m in' las' night. but I to speuk to him. Oh! please lot po' boy, I'se got to speak to It I cud only had foun' him den dis, dis lere, mammy, don't take on so Hev it's possible, but mighty 1k8 come to light here You shall yu'l it's oo ecarly now, It's rules 1o let visitors in belare 10 It isn's czactly regular for people murderer 50 soon after he is I get you in. Come ' afte & about 11 and you shall see hi won't be pushed for money very long. | good thing for you, as things are. It will ! P U S H E D We are not of the kind to beat about the bush—We are pushed | | [ T for money—and we don’t care who knows it . Our money i | | | FO R M O N EY invested in as fine a lot of clothing as was ever bought—but wq don’t want it there—we want our money out—we're pushed fof money—and if January prices at the beginning of the season will be any argument—and we think it will—then wi ! Overcoats. Boys’ Clothing. ' Men’s Suits. 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The M. H. Cook Clothing Co., Successors to Cglumbia Clothing Co., 138th and Farnam Streets. e —————————————————— ... A 1 hiope you'll find you're wrong. He surely | came hurrying trembling tnr ugh the jail | hey mammy an’ he saad ‘p'raps dis will gib | the window, with that can’'t be your Jim yard she saw, with a thankful heart, that | m mmy her freedom, whaev' she is, | her face, and prayed. of negroes in the mob, and it was as tough 4 Mammy went away without further parley. | the excited groups had disappeared. The | d nmy,’ an’ den he was go | —_— e crowd of yahoos as you often meet She would wait; hadn't she waited many, | jailer conducted her at once to the pris-| Mammy was sobbing, but oh, what proud | IT COMES HIGH. [ was wearing this watch 1 now have muny years? But she knew it was Jim. r's cell. The heavy door swung open. | tears, patient tears! In a moment she raised | {5 | and my watch chain was a cable §old one When the = Jaller went In o sce his|The man turned toward his visitors. Mammy, | her hands to the man’s shoulders and com-| s seat in the Britin ¥ riinment as Costly | compietely encircling my neck. One of the prisoner he began to question the man of | with u cry of helpless sorrow and hungry | pelled his look toward hers. Was there | atiaiNasntaralite rascals made a grab for the chain near thy history, but was abruptly, stoppe wother love,. sprang. iforward . with - out- | still a shadow of disbelief? o, that had | e o watch. The chain broke, and the watch 2, old felleh, yo' nee’nt try to get | stretched arms vanished in a flood of fond memories [ra Aam iy hee pennaenied the Gkl ot e oe oy BockNe: Ane bk from on ng out o' me. Yey want an inte “Jim, my b t end of the broken chain ‘\\'-»ll I ma; l)u estin’ paragra’ fur a pap-r, dont yey, arfter Al mwint omewhat along in years, but I'm ready {vr : I'm strung up? Why di'n’t yo' bring yey ce, He knew her instantly. How exactly Presently she lifted her hands higher and | privilege fully $250,000. Baron de Ferrierc A | fight when anybedy’s out for it. I selzed te book 'long? t 100k of despaining grief was like the on 1 one against either cheek and drew them | i f M | tha k of despairing grief was like the o one against either cheek and drew them | who was his predecessor, Is authority for | the fellow by the throat and hauled bac 0. sald the failer, pityingly, “I'm sorry | he remembered when they had been forced | down. with a s ess, until the left one | (hoce frures l\(,,” h are printed with ap-| With my fist and hit him squar i,u the ?yk for you, after all, or ‘rather I'm sorry for rt. What a tenderness there was upon | concealed that at digcolored scar. The | Aot o your poor old mammy. There was & woman | his own hard featutesi Was he giving way | man put up his own unsteadily and covered | P here a bit ago who says you're her som. | apier wll? hers and held them there. But for the bit- | WAr Dolitical assessments it has cost Agg She saw you at the camp meeting last nighti |~ “well, mammy:* how softly the words Yk Ml Hen the ¢ rdner some $5,000 a year, his six elec tried to to you, but couldn’t.” bel Lad LU words | ter tute long long years when the dry i came from those harsh lips! “Yo' mus The man remembered that faint call hab e a0 d him, which he had concluded a ¢ w shining peace upon | house adjoining the club. There were loty ' “You sut'inly do favor my Jim,” she mur- | trict of Cheltenlam in the British Com recognition lighted the man’s | mured | for fourteen years and has paid for that oval by the London News. For the reg- | ft was no light lick I gave him, for damme If I didn’t knock him clear across the side- walk into the street. Then I put my watch in my pocket Soulohe tears must have come ns have figured up at least weh more B Ra b sttn T med some mistake. Wat's dis. all | s sach one, or $30,000 for all, and he spent | 0¥ (at, time the fellow's companlon g tbout ? The door \d the jaller entered 000 in’two_attempts to unicat successful | KIS 0 support, But he didu't rally (penRa sorencn ovical yhtodiaile SR 80Nk 1 Kon tydiowime, s yor s mOlert| (1 et s e cdAieE e toril & centBome one hitime onk{einetl features. Al through WIcHSaNnnt ook eah S0y oL Do TOR ed | reckor L B Xy my | 1045t 82,500 a year more went in subseriptions | T beh I turned on him, then, ree wanton 1ifo the memory of mammy el R eber e Musal g9f B ek to yher mol o Y|y o\ sorta of prrpases; (o Which candi. | Membering that T had in my hand a pretty gone with him. At first he’ had tric I’se’ grown ole, ant my heart Is broke to|Lo¥:" D& vher ain't my Jim, but he donej .50 na " on bortor Parliament he was ex- | P& umbrella, which I had fortunately rolled. find her; for years he haHl followed ever; | (o EROVH O, Gn' M AR clew, patlently, with utmost care, thon | g moger Jooked, chile, donr veyt . oo bitterly, hopelessly. 1t had all be:n given | o Hoer 100 Tona BRI yey i up long ago. He supposed her dead A 3 b al opponents, in 1868 and one in 1880 alel masibor oy mils Doy sel o Know 4 [ pected to_contribute. So far these items || Made a jub at the nearest man (o me. I urrer an’ Jim wuz a good boy an’ I I foot up $155,000, but it 1s easy enough for | &imed right at his eye, but I didn't hit him. mammy allus an’ he died in de Wak tle n to account for the remainder of | He was too close. Some one knccked the e turned again to the prisoner. “Oh, | o eorgion’ T wer i o | imbrella to one side. By that tims. somés Yals 1'm Jim, fun dat's mv pame, an L o I ; the § t all went in making Agg ha Little ittle the failer now got from him im, Lug Y bhame, an |y tank yey so fur tellin' me dis. [ Gardner solid with his constituents. He | ! began yelling ‘Police!’ and the toughs I'm los' like enuff; Ise ben jos’ a good bit t : the story of liberty; the repressed bitt:rness g A L4 B me dat | caint eber 'spec to see him put few thousand ds b began to scatter, They all got away, but Y om ev'ting wats wort' keepin’ to, bi il to se nt a usand pounds into a public y I ¥, bu of boyhood; the unrestrained dissipations of | [FOM €V'ting wats wort’ keepin' to, but I I'se proud o' him an’ It's all peace recreation ground, and a few thousands more | they got nothing from me.’ 2 but 4 low I'se not yor Jim. Yals, 1 inember b g i ater life s hatred of e cla r i b him now, a can sta t de 1 nto other public provements ¢ which | le "‘“;‘fml”“‘”' "'"]'\"“m”"‘; “ll* ”I:H(‘,f had | zactly how my moder ook, an’ yo' caint be | BiMm now, an’ 1 can stan’ it fur into other public improvements of which e t P i 2 Mr A. Kell of Pomona, ('al ad the : i wh wats lef’, An yo' wuz his fren the voters he represented got the princh | X 2 lar, s yo're a ghos'; ’sides’—a strug e iy L | fellows, as degradcd and ignorant as him ! T wish 1 cud do somet'ing fur yey. Il try |bhenefit. There is nothing said about how f g d self; ‘twas a brief thing to tell, the sorrow. | KII0K, barsh little lasgb-—tyo're not brack | F80 " orling Tur yey, . I'll toll 'em bow | much of this iast 100000 wen hac o o | bad luck to Shraln her ankle. L tre Aeve ful story of the sin-stamped years, What [ WU, eben fur her ghos'. My ole moder 1y z to Jim an’ me an’ I'll beg 'em | voters or 1o get them to the polls, or put | ('l liniments, she says, “but was not cured he could remember of his early life coinclded | $2ad, mammy, long ago. I seed her put in | £% TS MR R 0L 00 ™ Wont yor try (o | abstacles i the way. of the. biher tellow. | until I used Chamberlain's Pain Balm, That entirely with the history of mammy and her | 1€, Broun’. Yo'se med a mistake shc Detter? “ Won't yo' fur my sake, Jes ez | British politicians are obliged to fight f:‘y:“.f,‘.\‘u“:m?l\"“.‘,i”f“;,x,\,',h‘. Pt e wuz yo' ‘Po’ ole heartbroken mammy of publicity about sueh matters as these, 1 DR 1L ANGRERLIYNELY0. A0y, , which was familiar to the jailer. “'Hh" 1c nnJ:l breve yo' ', A-Jn 1 mammy : g { ¢ I pity your poor mammy ‘and 1 pity you | 'Something tells me yor my Jim, an’' yo : b 't greebe; Il try, ef I do|for the purity of elections law I& a stringent | T8 medicine is also of great value for rheu- . i 8 ) ek Moder's eyes ain’ gen'ly Jar, d: dou't greebe; I ¥ i s ame bac pains he ches ple tooi? 4810 the faller. WiHerihoart ola just| I8 80 lekc nim Moderis eyes aln't genily | SRR RIEE TS 10Tl ety | ono and'1s. vigorously:safeeem 1t ot by {he maiem; lame bask|palna i the chedt iglal broken; she has looked for you so long and | ‘my boy got burned gar. Don’ yo' kon doy'll fix me dis time. Dar, don’ |authorities by the politicians on the other | 'Y all deep-seated an ar pa thought of you 8o much. But it'll be a|Der wen my boy got burned gar. L s I'll get out o it somehaw. 1'se |side. The baron thinks that Agg-Gardner | For sale by druggists | 0t oo much money. For himself he T recollec’ libin' in de big house wen yo' was T help your case mightily, and I don’t mina | little (ley was<apeclaily good to ue) an' It 8 Neber minY me | ket the seat six years and it only cost him | MONKEY TRICKS IN MIDAIR. telling you that your case will need some "‘I“,“ 0 e R YA eh fond e | Come, mammy,” said the failer, and he | $30,000, which is guite a snug sum to pay i help. Everybody loves Mammy Braddon, | 154 10 play wic 3 L T OIReE R ee RohhInE Wy dering that a member of Parliament | Hair Ruising Performances of u Repairer 1l deal a little gentler with you for ner | 93t time wen eviting Jes went fo pleces an The prisoner stood entirely still, looking | Fecelves no salary or allowances and bears of Uhimneys. sake. But It's hard on ner; IU's the very |2, Was sold away from me, an’ dey wun'nt |all his own expenses while attending at | if she never found you." | I'm asked questions I'll hab a dif'ut story “Yes, yes,' gasped mammy | | i | | own, to give up that idea. I hate to hav hardest thing there could be for her; right | P4Y me?” - ‘,,"”31 g }:x‘rh]mfi H‘[vl B ia there | Westminster. Stll the baron thinks that [ Join; ‘1\”“'”.”; “‘“3"l i an - Bngl )l|||“|n, o, Where:8verybods. knows hersas 1 atin In her eagerness her hand was on his | H TN INA T DART 35,000 @ year is mot an extravagant price | Dorn in Lancashire, has for some time been and she 50 plous and good. - It's worse than | 7™ her face lifted close to his. How the | where hers had been .. bress her |19 DAy for & seat in the Commons, but is |at work repairing factory chimneys in vari- s a k worse than [ o' trembled! |, -8helineber ko ide @ifunce, breas hor, feyroienat hyahrewd Ngurlogitha cont can bei| ons partaiot New Bneiand, - Hs had bian i I don’ 'member it, caze 1 tole yo'|till she gets t aben. An’ I hope cut dgwn to one-halt that amount. A thou- | (ui 1 ( 1 ‘twant £0. 1 neber wuz tuk away from my [ mek her happy dar, in spite on aniic dallars silieoriEd CaRb s An T ot $hia buninean: or slxtaen yoars, and IAKIAY mammy. She died An' dat “scar. T'se|reckon I did right wull wid dat st $500 1o election expenses, and the remainder | 19¢& of turning his attention to other work, shor yo' don' know nothin’ ‘bout dat, fur I |somehow it mighty hard to lie 10 her." | {5 'the hunting fund and “extras” ought notwithstanding the fact that bis father and dat burn two yeahs fo' de wah, fight Was it all a lle? There were those Who | ko a member reasonably sure of re-clec- | brother were both killed by falls from @ a fire, wen a burnin’ board fell on my face. | could have told her that the real Jim & dar- | o, OF ¢ S ea: e 1dRepub Yo'se got hole de wrong felleh, mammy ug courage in battle was no myth, and that | jjean, thes mpari i ST ! Mammy drew back slightly, still intently | brief narrative of a bloody contest no fa and arouse th ire some friends of "““f‘ 1 all over England and @ regarding him. There was disappointment | tale our millionaire and Sugar trust senators | & art of Burope repairing chimney o\Vell, she nee'nt fin' me. I'm mot her|in her face, but a blessed sense of relief in| Mammy sat alone at midnight In her little | would be a8 frank as (he baron in telling | “ATRIng a large Income most of the tims, bu Jim. I wull not be her Jim, doh she's my | her heart. And yet she doubted. nome She had no lamp, but the moon- | what their s cost. Some of them un ending It freely. In one month receptly Do cle moder, dat’s clear 'nuff. If But look yher, mammy, yo' say Yor(jjght, shiffing dimly through (he uncertai abtedly have paid high for the privilege earned §560, but only saved about & quar- snly see her member h ie [ boy hed a scar lek mine, an' yo' wuz tuk | clouds, fell fnto the small, plain room. Sh sitting e capitol for six years, and [ ter of it, the remainder being spent fool- locked de day dey tuk me ipart wen he wuz a little felleh, say 'bout | haq been crying a little, softly and tenderly 1 e at all surprising i th Mayman's nerve while engaged in m! Luk yher, ole man not 6 yeah ole, an’ yo' use' blong Ude Cley- | But o how proud she was of the memory even: Agg-Gardner's §250.- | his perflous calling is something ndorful. n a word o' wat I'se tole yey. Next tons? her boy, and what u sweet. reposc.ther ad aieMRY A RoisideTabls 1ioTs ellimiley. awasd L pyittle g alR tell, an’ if y to blabbin’ about dis, I'll| “Well, den, 1 breve I use’ to know o' | “‘Fne’mbon was behind a eloud, She went = Comp s L ] say yo're lyin Jim And he went on hurriedly in re- | .a cro0d at e window, Nfting her fa h the southwestern part of g e H': o o ra i‘f”{:‘ The man turned his back to his companion. | sponse to the agony of petition in mammy’s | {oward the distant sky and thanking G > \ ago,” says Mr. W. Chal- | ! e Arany U0 andsplacell actonks g Could he hold to this? How he would like | face. “We got 'quainted in de wah. We | p¥@ B SRR Fo he Teard vol > Chico (Cal) Enterpri 1o B terial, and an fron g : i ot : en put through the top of the chimpey. to find bis mother! There was yet someone | wuz in de same reg'ment. He called him- | % 800 P * % 05000 e moon came yeutery. Having beard | boen put through the top of the ohimueys who eared for him. He embered the | self Jim Clayton, caze he say he b'long to | e (WS (T e Drocession t Colle, Cholera and Di oeiiigey ajaranen Naymen et s touch of her arms as she clung to him before | de Claytons wen' he wuz littie an’ dat wuz | ot G SRR &0 o hurrying HOW steady hix Heren wab LHLE e was taken away Oh! if ne had found name he hed o' his mammy, 80| eacive crowd, ut weirdly still ~ an \ b t plank he inserted one end un the ier yesterday, she might have saved him | he tuk it ‘agen wen he went to de fight. | oie o BTG silence. Mamm iron letting the other end project intg even from his degradation, but now it is| An' he hed a burn lek his on h' jaw. Folks | J0 000 0 tor o moment, terrified and J e alr about eight t. He first tried the ) late There is little m left for him | saad ‘twuz cur'rs how much we favored | BT Then, oreathless with dread, sh plank with his foot; then walked slowly to uyway. He may save her this later, this|one noder. But we wun't like, oder way to the door. But the moon w the end, stooped, grasped the plank with last misery fur he wuz a good boy, an’ I allus a sort ¢ iy n and all was dark Mamm EQUARE IN THE EYE. both hands and stood on his head at the Sce here, my man, It's sort o' decent of | no count nigger! (o1 | trembled as the shifting winds struck b —_— extreme end All the tators grew faint to try to save your mammy from sorrow, | Oh! mammy's face, the tenderness on it e. Could it be they had taken out the [ Admiral Erben's Plucky Encounter with a ght and most of them turned away, but you'll give up that notion it you value | Oh! the light in mammy's soft, brown eyes! | (e 2 But, no, surely not; everythir wng of Toughs. et look at t ving pere your skin. 1 tell you the town is wild over | ‘“‘But, mammy," he went on 9 softly, |l n quiet in town during the day Admiral Henr that murder and some one is likely to put [ “yo' mus'n expec’ to fin’ hix Lowen | r and comm ver the|¢ired). had a b lecision on your case without giving | €ber see yor Jim in dis worl, How tenderly | The e B rer o |tired), b . Boads hearing. But if we let it out that | he was trying to tell it ol would not worry. It was per- | WIth & &2 . 1ggists, Mammy ~ Braddon's long lost boy He. dled, mommy, Bt he used to hope | poC wd of tired out ry-maker R ’ 2 right smart chance that'll quiet| o' fin'in his mammy wen de weh was ober | P8 TEUE STOUC B ST ot tle roo em. Everybody in town thinks a heap of [ an’ he talk so much about yo'. He tole me | ANH { the window and looked out int 2 L had been Ke mammy ‘and has felt for her grief in not | oV'ng; Wo wuz fus' frens. But be didn't|uud stood Ab KL WSO 8 avid > ¥ PRI 3 pr fon halted 4 Kir The Jaller was sllenced by the sudden flaming of the murderer's eyes. Some wild seemed leaping into life within his Why shouldn't he do this? Wa at last; he, whose one pride had ntemptuous storetsm st the gs of any fate? A second, and | was all settled. great height Stecple Jack,” as ho Iy € t of the Now " P tuated on Admiral Erber P plateau, i uthern to call on Dr street finding her boy since the war low: g | 1Ib 16 -%0a'de wah be a noble thing to do, but you're not in a | freedom ) e bt Rek Twas mos’ de A i e o Did ol pher WAL} madr. 1w | DR SR G G [ in ald the « r liome, £ I It is about a mile loug and from 10 it. I tell you," dropping | Bl fo' our faces an' ey Wis tw g St MR Ay, bagk hree-fourthis of a mile in width, his voice to a whisper, “you'll be lynched, | ¥ o domm. Aniinwryaohen J8 gwige 10 sr ke 18 Hivi ith a maximum depth of a sIxty in my opinion, And that pretty quick. 1| SaeY, sho' mult DR S0t GOV s are add _ Clon gt e s must ask you for my sake, it not for your | done fit! We bICAES LOGS S A0 4T U ; : ompasltion of e Waiar' OfINA Joze fellehs dey torn right roun’ in dey " y and _turg f the Dead Sea of Palestine, and, like itw ritty, 1 felt lek .ch'erin’ em. But Jim y i l ut 160 mer found growing in or near its edges, 1t s all grh n slde—he wuz a u d L de al life, & spec f largo we wuz side an \ b v litde terrapin, and t 22 NN i :y} | P n « hbor . alking fish” being its ¢ nhab. ut prier soon.his gun tumb r \ Pt an Tameilim drap. AD' d g of special “note.” It Is from eight e Blaap "au' By him b s f rier s long and has a fluny mem ) b S broper forruds from where we fur W : : ending from | ad to I 1, oven angrily, with an_oath haint got R ibhen dat BRIl o . 1 2 the upper and lowe pire grily, with an t int got any | yeq done gon: right v d 48 " t 1 str r I It Is provided with four legs, mopleh, L Rye. gaar AOu Ninse, Ao’ Sfv JNaTe medly a5 ¢ P s Aar - ‘. ning | ik fore having four toes, the hinder five, And then he threw himself heavily upon| o' de hill agen, but mighty few dar wu tr to the last to h r, untaught - ’\‘"h ,1 1 ',',‘ e havin s, i E the floor, face downward, and the jailer went | ‘e, 1 toted him off to one fur dc | idea of honor and fllal loyalty, and then tho | down at s LBl B ] RPN Sy s T AL 8L 4N ek . LG jen Tpuet SR AR B aiz US| bity of Masmys Jim SRCDE W 00 ot 10 LOSK 4500 up on the stoop of the|bles. Trial size, 25 cents. AN dru ‘The court house clock struck 10. As mammy | a few minits, but bey 14’ words wuz 'bout | the sbidderiog alr. And mammy stood at | sidewalk, P | ) i at an altitude of 2,300 feet above 1t nelfi the Dead Sea of 4 prisoner taken from me. Everything is quiet, now, tolerably, but I wouldn't b bit surprised it they come after you tonig Of course, I'll do the best I can for you, and I reckon the sherlff intends to get at ot here, but he Is so slow In getting started at anything. You better get u your mother's wing." Wull yo' quit dat?’ demanded the ma