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Show LETTER FROM HIS LATE BOSS Nqt Exactly Cotn-nendstory, but It Furnished a Good Excuse tor a Genile Touch. "Mnwnln'. sali!" kk luted a ramshackle ram-shackle looking negro, addressing the cashier of a certain s.iuill town bank. "Mawnin' uat Is, sail, if yo' Isn't ton busy. An' -does yo' need a nger 'round de place ynh nigger wid a ree-cominend, sail; d'.istrious, hon'able cullud man to wash de winders an' po'tali 'round? Uh-kaze, If so, I'se de pusson, sah, n' dis yuh dockmunt am de obsequies dat Culinul White done writ 'bout muh 'chievemtmts." "Ah-h'm!" ripinmented the banker, as he scanned the proffered paper. "So your name is Hiisondigger?" "Yassali; dat's niuli 'dentiticatlon." "And the colonel writes here " "He sho' does, sah!" "He says I,ook here! Can you read?" "Who. me? N'ussah. Dat Is to say. I kain't read v.ritin'." "I thought not. Yell. the colonel says: 'The bearer hereof, Gabe Hil-sondigger, Hil-sondigger, W personally known to me " "Pesso, sai ! Aw, de cuhnel knows me!" " as a liar and a thief, and too utterly worthless to set a dog on. Well ha! ha! It appears that the colonel does know you. Ha! ha! ha!" "W'ell-tih. well-uh now, now If dat ain't s'prisln'! But uh! dat's de way I takes to heah a white pusson laugh, sah; I sho' coes! Takes away deir troubles, sah makes 'em fuhgit deir tribbylations. Dat's muh puhmission In dis world, makln' de white folks happy. Kain't be much fun in dis yuh bank bidness dess uhchickln' de money an' uh-shavin' off de ten pun-cent. pun-cent. An' den. when yo's all wo' out. sah. I comes 'long, an' you' has a big laugh dat makes yo' feel fine all day; dess as fine as a dram er peach an' honey done make yo' feel. Don't you reggin' sah, dat yo' could spar' 'bout haffer-dollah for de good joke yo' has on me, an' T'anky. sah; t'anky! Gwine on muh way uh-'jolcln', sah! Gwine now!" Tom P. Morgan, In Puck. |