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"Naw, I dunno nut'n' 'bout dat. I look out for me and my boy, me. And beside," he abruptly threw away the staff he had trimmed, shut his knife with a snap, and thrust it into his pocket, "I dawn't see ed'cation make no diff'ence. You say ed'cation priest say religion me, I dawn't see neider one make no diff'ence. I see every man look out for hisself and his li'l' crowd.
"Yass, wat' in bucket, yass. Den no man dawn't keep nut'n'. Dawn't own nut'n' he got." "Ah! sir, there is a better owning than to own. 'Tis giving, dear friend; 'tis giving. To get? To have? That is not to own. The giver, not the getter; the giver! he is the true owner. Live thou not to get, but to give." Bonaventure's voice trembled; his eyes were full of tears.
"Nut'n'." "Oh, my friend," I laughed, "that's absurd!" But he had no reply, and his wife, as she resumed her sewing, said, sweetly, as if to her needle, "Ah, I think Pastropbon don't got to charge nut'n' if he don't feel like." And I could not move them. As I was leaving them, a sudden conjecture came to me. "Did those birthday numbers bring you any luck?"
Then he resumed: "Seems to be a forest; big, big trees not like Nassau trees and thick brush everywhere; all choked up so thick and dark, can't see nut'n. Wait a minute, dough. Dere seems to be old houses all sunk in and los', like old ruins. Can't see dem right for de brush.
"I jes' taut I'd drap in, Kurnel, but didn't speck ter fin' yer sleep," said he, wincing under the Mayor's abstracted gaze. "Oh, I don' want nut'n; don' make er scratch on dat paper. I ain't beggin'," he exclaimed, as the Mayor, recovering, reached for his pen. "That's so Guy; you needn't be a beggar as long as the white people own a crust," he answered, settling back in his chair again.
He cannot know 'ow 'tis in danger! Ah! sen' him word? I sen' him fo' five time' he sen' back I stay righd there an' not touch nut'n'! Ah! my God! I fine dat varrie te-de-ous, me, yass!" "Is his wife with him?" "Assuredly! You see, dey git 'fraid 'bout dat 'ouse of de Sister', you know?" "No, where is it?" "No?
An awesome quiet followed. Then some one spoke to him, too low to be heard. He bent forward to hear the words repeated, and 'Mian said for the timorous speaker: "Aw, dass nut'n; he jis only say, 'Is M'sieu' Walleece big-in to gryne?"
Why do you ask?" "O nut'n'; only I thing you make me luck; nine, h-eighteen, fawty-fo' I play me doze number' in de lott'ree to-day." "Why, pshaw! you don't play the lottery, do you?" "Yass. I play her; why not? She make me reech some of doze day'. Win fifty dollah one time las' year." The soft voice of the wife spoke up "And spend it all to the wife of my dead brother. What use him be reech?
Ursin Lemaitre din kyare nut'n fo' doze creed; he fall in love!" Then, with a smile, turning to Jean Thompson, and back again to Père Jerome: "But anny'ow you tell it in dad summon dad 'e hyare fo' dad creed." Père Jerome sat up late that night, writing a letter.
Ursin Lemaitre din kyare nut'n fo' doze creed; he fall in love!" Then, with a smile, turning to Jean Thompson, and back again to Père Jerome: "But anny'ow you tell it in dad summon dad 'e kyare fo' dad creed." Père Jerome sat up late that night, writing a letter.
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