United States or Suriname ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Then Maggard heard, so low that it seemed a joyous and musical whisper, the announcement from the foot of his bed: "I'm goin' ter fetch Uncle Jase Burrell now, ter tend yore hurts, Cal," she said, softly. "I jest couldn't endure ter start away twell I seed ye open yore eyes, though." Maggard glanced toward Bas Rowlett who stood looking solicitously down at him and licked his lips.
Golyer's heart sank within him as this splendid being shone upon him. But with his rustic directness he walked to meet the laughing couple at the gate, and said, "Tudie, I come to see you. Shall I go in and talk to your mother twell you come back?" "No, that won't pay," promptly replied the brisk stranger. "We will be gone the heft of the afternoon, I reckon.
He broke off abruptly, then added: "Ye went away from hyar last night, an' didn't git in twell atter sun-up I just heered the news, an' come ter look fer ye." "Air you-all 'lowin' thet I shot them shoots from the laurel?" inquired Samson, quietly. "Ef we-all hain't 'lowin' hit, Samson, we're plumb shore thet Jesse Purvy's folks will 'low hit.
Sellers remembered that all he knew of the robbery plot was hearsay that his informants had excluded him from a part of their consultations. An ugly possibility took vague shape in his mind, but his answer was brief. "Ye kin trust me 'twell hell freezes." Alexander nodded. "Ye're ther one man I ought ter hev a blood-hatred erginst an' yit, so long es ye stays sober, I knows what ye says air true."
He paused to look out over the waters with shining eyes. After a bit he said slowly, "Ah neveh thought Genevieve would go but she did." "Then what?" "Well, seh, Ah stayed on th' place twell we moved oveh to Miss Cahline's secon' cousin, Mahstah Cunnel Peavey, but they wa'n't nothin' theah, so Ah sais t' Miss Cahline that Ah's goin' Nawth wheah all th' money is, an' Ah send fo' huh.
"Let's set down, an' fo' de Lawd's sake, keep quite 'twell he come." Dirty Dan heard them move off to the other side of the path and sit down in the grass. "So 'tis that big buck yeller naygur from Darrow an' two o' the Greeks," he mused. "An' God knows I never did like fightin' in the dark. They'll knife me as sure as pussy is a cat." Decidedly, the prospect did not appeal to Dirty Dan.
I've always heered thet they let a man talk afore he got hung." "Go on," growled the other, "but mebby ye'd better save hit, twell we've done tried ye. We aims ter give ye a hearin' afore ye dies." Thornton inclined his head gravely, more sensible of the clutching grasp of his wife's fingers on his tensed biceps than of more fateful matters.
Well, I lef' him, an' Norf I come, 'dough it jes' nigh broke my hea't, fu' I sho did love dat black man. De las' thing I hyeahed o' him, he had des learned to read an' write an' wah runnin' fu' de Legislater 'twell de Klu Klux got aftah him; den I think he 'signed de nomernation." This was Martha's story, and the reason that there was no Mr.
Well, I ain't, an' dat's flat. No, sir-ree, honey! You mout jes' ez well run 'long back out dere on dat front po'ch, 'ca'se I'm tellin' you I ain't gwine stir nary inch f'um whar I is twell yore sister git back yere." Beaten and discomfited, with one hand up to a burning cheek, Emmy Lou returned to her young man. On his face was a queer smile.
An' he jes cogitate, "Dey ain't no ghosts," an' wish he goose-pimples don't rise up dat way. An' he jes 'low, "Dey ain't no ghosts," an' wish he backbone ain't all trembulous wid chills dat way. So he rotch down, an' he rotch down, twell he git a good hold on dat pricklesome stem of dat bestest pumpkin whut in de patch, an' he jes yank dat stem wid all he might.
Word Of The Day