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Show Free Speech. An old negro woman had lived with a certain family in the South for many years. One day her mistress had occasion oc-casion to reprimand her quite sharply for something that had gone wrong. The negress said nothing at the time, but a little later her voice could be heard in the kitchen In shrill vituperation vitupera-tion of everything and everybody, with a rattling accompaniment of pans and kettles. 'So loud became the clamor and so vindictive the exclamations that Mrs. C. went hurriedly down to the kitchen. "Why, Liza," she began, In amazement, "who on earth are you talking to?" "I ain't talkln' to nobody," no-body," the old negress replied, "but I don't keer who In dis house hynrs me I" Harper's Magazine. |