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This story is well known by the older people of Howard County and traditionally known by the younger generation of Ellicott City, and is called 'Old Nick: Rogers' lemon." Maryland Sept. 28, 1937 Stansbury DENNIS SIMMS, Ex-slave. Reference: Personal interview with Dennis Simms, ex-slave, September 19, 1937, at his home, 629 Mosher St., Baltimore.
I was very sorry for Alister, and so was Dennis, I am sure, for he did his best to encourage him. "Sing 'GOD save the Queen, and I'll keep well after ye with the fiddle," he suggested. But Alister shook his head. "I know one or two Scotch tunes," Dennis added, and he began to sketch out an air or two with his fingers on the strings. Presently Alister stopped him. "Yon's the 'Land o' the Leal'?"
"I did hope that poor Marion was going to have a few years of rest. Her life has been such a hard one." It is well that Mrs. Marion Dennis felt entirely safe in her friend Flossy's hands, for her affairs were very thoroughly talked over that evening, and sundry conclusions arrived at. One question Mrs.
Bill put down his mug, stared around in a surprised and nonplussed manner, and then said, in a loud whisper, "I say, Fleet, was there any hitch in what I said?" This set them off again, but Dennis answered good-naturedly, slapping his friend on the shoulder, "Cronk, you would make a man laugh in the face of fate."
Dennis pushed his lordship out by the shoulders, repeating, as the widow turned back and looked with some surprise and alarm, 'Only for form sake, only for form sake! then locking the door, took the key, and put it into his pocket. The widow held out her hand for it: 'The form's gone through now, sir, is not it? Be plased to let us in again.
I saw the memorandum written before ever it went into your hands, sir, whatever became of it after; and will swear to it, too. 'Swear away, my good friend; much your swearing will avail in your own case in a court of justice, continued old Nick. 'And against a gentleman of my brother's established character and property, said St. Dennis.
Nora leaned forward, and with a manner indicative of her ability to protect herself, and her confidence in them, she addressed them. "I'm glad we met you," she exclaimed. "You are miners? Then you can tell me how to reach Mr. Dennis O'Day. I must reach him to-night within a few hours. I have a message for him." They talked among themselves. "What's the message?" one asked in broken English.
He glared up at the two men and then around at his horrified wife and children. "Folks," said he, "I'll be sure the death o' Black Dennis Nolan. Aye, so help me Saint Peter. I'll send 'im to hell, all suddent un' unready, for the black deed he done this day!" That was the first time the skipper showed the weight of his fist. His followers were impressed by the exhibition.
Dennis' study, his daughter was hovering around among the books, trying to bring order out of confusion on the shelves and table, and at the same time find a favorite volume she was reading. The doctor turned on a brighter flame of gas, then lowered it, and seemed in a disturbed state of mind.
"Since you entrapped my son, young Levin Dennis chito! quedito! do not start, fair fiend to have his father make another Johnson of him, I have discovered, through the little girl, the beauteous damsel now, Hulda Van Dorn, the sin you meant to spot me with; and, listen, Patty! it was my son, rich with his mother's loyalty and love dear guardian wife, that never shall learn of my ruin here, nor see me more! it was my Levin, set free by me, who gave the news at Dover and beat us back."
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