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"An' Dod bless ev'ybody, Uncle Leviticus, an' Aunt Jinny, an' Johanna, an' Willis, an' Trudie, an' C'nelius" a sigh "an mom-a, an' that's all an' " "And pop-a?" No response. The mother prompted again. Still the child was silent. "And pop-a, you know the best last." "An' Dod bless the best last," said Barbara, sadly. A pause. "Don't you know all good little girls ask God to bless their pop-a's?"
Why, as Brother Garnet says, the drinkin' habit is as much a moral as a physical sickness, and the man that can make common talk of it in his own case to ev'y Tom, Dick, and Harry, evm down to the niggehs, ain't so much as tetched the deepest root uv his trouble, much less cu'ud! Why, Doctor, Brother Garnet see him, himself! a-tellin' that C'nelius Leggett! and pulled him away! Po' Brother Garnet!
I want to go 'long with you. Oh thank you, sir!" They trotted down into the town. "D' you reckon C'nelius 'll be there, father? I hope he will." The pallor was gone. As the turnpike became a tree-shaded street, they passed briskly by its old-fashioned houses set deep in grove gardens. Two or three weedy lanes at right and left showed the poor cabins of the town's darker life shut and silent.
'Caze ef I do that, you know, then, here, fus' thing, he be a-callin' me C'nelius." "I think C'nelius sounds sweet'n " The speaker clapped a hand to her mouth. "Escuse me! O, Mr. Leggett, kin you escuse me?" "Escuse you?" his sidelong glance was ravishing "yo' beauty mo'n escuse you." The maiden dropped her lashes and drew her feet out of her protector's way. "An' you an' Mr. Mahch is frien's!
Come roun' here, C'nelius Leggett, an' he'p me out'n dis-yeh buggy, else I dis'p'int you yit wid my aansweh. No, seh! you please to take jess de tips o' my fingehs. Now, gimme my bundle o' duds!" the voice rose and fell in coquettish undulations "now git back into de buggy yass, seh; dass right. Thaank yo ve'y much, seh. Good-by. Come ag'in." "Miss Daphne, y' ain't ans' my interrogutive yit."
"C'nelius only got back Sad'day," he said. The mulatto crouched in his saddle and grinned down upon his mule. "He told me yo' wound compelled slow travel, sir; yes, sir. Perhaps I ought to apologize faw hirin' him, sir, but it was only pending yo' return, an' subjec' to yo' approval, sir."
The girl showered her kisses upon the pure garments, and the lady silently, tenderly, held her fast. Then she took the black forehead between her hands. "Child, what does this mean?" "Oh, it means nothin' but C'nelius, Miss Rose same old C'nelius! I hadn't nowhere to run but to you, an' no chance to come but night." "Can you go upstairs and wait a moment for me in my room?
O yass, whass de diff'ence 'twix' de busy blacksmiff an' de loss calf? Ans' me dat, seh! Folks say C'nelius Leggett a pow'ful smaht maan! How I gwine to know he a smaht maan ef he cayn't evm ans' a riddle-diddle-dee?" "I kin ans' it! I's ans'ed bushels an' ba'ls o' riddles! Now that riddle is estremely simple, an' dis is de inte'p'etation thereof!
Whereupon: "Why, look'e here, Brother March, what's this at the back of your saddle?" The Judge smiled and laid one hand behind him. "That's my John Asleep, son? He generally is when he's back there, and he's seldom anywhere else. Drive on, C'nelius, I'll catch you."
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