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"Now, Pete, get after him." But the negro fairly blubbered in terror. "Lordy, lordy," he cried, "an' what yo' goin' t' do to a po' ol' niggeh. Ah'll do an'thin' yo' say, Ah'll tell yo' de troof about de sponge fahms, an'thin', onl' don' go afteh dat vampa." "You'll tell me the truth about the sponge farms, eh?" the prospective buyer remarked sternly. "So you were trying to put up a crooked deal.
"Yu' see, that rooster he'd always lived round hyeh when the Judge was a bachelor, and he never seen no ladies or any persons wearing female gyarments. You ain't got rheumatism, seh?" "Me? No." "I reckoned maybe them little odd divers yu' got damp goin' afteh " He paused. "Oh, no, not in the least, thank you." "Yu' seemed sort o' grave this mawnin', and I'm cert'nly glad it ain't them divers."
Once again he looked out at the departing missionary. "Well," he vindictively stated, "I cert'nly ain't goin' to run afteh him." And he looked at me again. "Do you suppose the Judge knows?" I inquired. He shook his head. "The windo' shades is all down still oveh yondeh." He paused. "I don't care," he stated, quite as if he had been ten years old. Then he grinned guiltily.
"I reckon he loved her very much." "Then you're sure they hadn't quarrelled?" "Dead sure, ma'am. He would come back afteh he had played some more of the game." "The game?" "Life, ma'am. Whatever he was a-doin' in the world of men. That's a bed-rock piece, ma'am!" "Well, I don't see why you think it's so much better than some of the others." "I could sca'cely explain," answered the man.
"Well, the rooster?" I inquired finally. "Oh, him! He weren't raised where he could see petticoats. Mrs. Henry she come hyeh from the railroad with the Judge afteh dark. Next mawnin' early she walked out to view her new home, and the rooster was a-feedin' by the door, and he seen her.
I wa'n't such a bad-lookin' gal, afteh all. That taught me a lesson. I've always be'n real savin' sinct then, an' I ain't be'n ketched sinct with the choice to make of a 'vorce er a weddin' dress. No, indeed, not me!" Parson Rasba looked at her, and Nelia, her eyes twinkling, looked at the Parson. Nelia could understand the feelings in all their minds.
I saw our friend here struggling in the water. I knew he must drown unless someone saved him. So I plunged in, swam out to him, turned him over to make sure it wasn't Lloyd George, and then lugged him to safety on my back." A big darky was being registered. "Ah can't go to wah," he answered in re exemption, "foh they ain't nobody to look afteh ma wife."
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