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PINK MARSH
A Story of the Streets and Town
BY
GEORGE JADE
AUTHOR OF "ARTIIL"
PICTURE8 BY
JOHN T. McCUTCHEON
GROSSET & DUNLAP


NEW YORK


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COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY
HERBERT S. STONE & CO
THIS STORY IS REWRITTEN FROM A
SERIES OF SKETCHES WHICH FIRST
APPEARED IN THE CHICAGO RECORD




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On Spending a Million Dollars
He happened into the place one afternoon in the late autumn. They met by
chance-the usual way. If he had shaved
himself that morning, as he should have
done, he never would have met Pink.
Perhaps Fate issued a sub-decree.
That afternoon as he moved through
the weaving crowd toward the corner
where his trolley-car stopped for him, he
felt of his face and found it stubbled. The
shop opened invitingly at the bottom of a
white stairway. Most of the barber-shops
in Chicago are underground. He descended to the shop and sat in the first
chair. When he had been tilted back he
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sation, which had ceased when he entered,
was then taken up again.
" I know, but s'pose you did find a
million dollars. Would n't you keep it?"
" That depends."
"Don' ask me, Misteh Adams. I
would n' keep no million dollahs faw minute, would I? They'd have to chlo'fohm
me to get 'at money 'way fom me."
"Yes, but then if you give it back to
the man that owned it he might give you
as much as twenty thousand dollars."
"Who would? My goodness, misteh
white man bahbeh, people don' get no
million dollahs now'days by givin' 'way
money. No, seh! Huh-uh! It's 'bout
fo' to one 'at any man 's got as much as
million dollahs ain't goin' 'o open up.
Chances is he'd give you 'bout fo' dollahs."
"Yes, but what good would this money
do you? If you went to throwin' a million
dollars around do n't you s'pose the police
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'd be onto you? They 'd be lookin' for
the man that found the money."
" You could n't have that money ten
minutes without flashin' it."
" Look heah, I fool you. Do you reckon
I 'd spend 'at money right away? No, seh!
I 'd wait 'bout six months an' 'en I 'd jus'
begin lettin' go little at time. I 'd pull
big, elegant hundehd out o' my cloze an'
some one say, ' Boy, wheah you get 'at
green stuff?' I say I win it on 'e faw'eign book. I 'd p'ten' to be gamblin',
un'e'stand? I'd go to New Yawk o' some
othah place an' bring roll back an' tell
'em I win it."
" What are you givin' us? As soon as
you got hold of that stuff you 'd go down
and buy all the blue clothes on Clark
street."
" Then he'd get gay an' tell that
Twenty-fourth Street girl all about it an'
she 'd tell somebody else an' they 'd have
him in the booby-hatch in about two hours."
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At this there was general laughter, and
the one who had been consigned to the
" booby-hatch" laughed hoarsely after the
others had quieted.
" No, seh; I guess I wouldn' betteh stay
'roun' 'iss town," he said. "I get me
one of 'em p'ivate Pullman cahs an' go
travelin' 'roun' 'e country. I wouldn' do
thing-'bout fo' cullud boys to wait on
me. ' Heah, boy, open 'notheh box of 'em
cigahs an' put two mo' bottles on ice.'
My goodness! Get into new town, wave
my han" jus' like 'at-up come caih'age.
Get in, you know, drive 'roun' mos'
p'ominent thuhfaihs-"
" What's that last word?"
"He do n't know. He heard somebody
out on Armour Avenue say that."
" I 'd be strong 'ith 'em cullud guhls
too. My goodness, Miss Ruth, who's
'at new gemman 'ith all 'em di'mon's an'
rubies. Yes, seh, I 'd have 'em  settin'


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traps faw me! Could n't keep 'em away
nohow."
"I guess you 've had some trouble already keepin' away that one you owe the
laundry bill to."
" Hush! man!" and he laughed again.
The barber at work had to poise his razor
until he could control himself, while the
man in the chair smiled through the lather.
" Le' me tell you-I 'd pay 'at woman
what I owe 'uh an' give huh hundehd
dollah bill, an' 'en I'd neveh speak to huh
agen. She eveh come up to me I say,
' Woman, I can't place you; go back to
yo' own kind o' people.'"
" 0, you'd get proud, would you? I
do n't s'pose you 'd speak to any of us,
would you."
"I might 'membah seein' you somewheahs, but I sutny wouldn' know you
ve'y well. I'd be too busy countin'
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I 'd let you have dollah o' two, but you
would n' see me minglin' 'ith pooh men.
You want to see me, you send in yo' cahd
by 'at cullud boy, an' I look it oveh an'
say, 'Adams? Adams? Seems to me I see
'at name somewheahs. Tell 'im to wipe
his feet an' come in. "
"Yes, an' then you'd go in an' find
him at a gold table, with a watermelon on
one side of him and a fried chicken on the
other."
" That ain' no bad guess, mistah! You
can't tell, neetheh-might be po'teh-house
steak 'ith onions. I'd jus' be settin'
theah, stahvin' to death! You know I
have all 'ese cullud men to wait on meone to brush my cloze, one to shine my
shoes, 'notheh to wait on 'e table, an' I 'd
have one cullud boy 'ith nothin' to do
'cept think o' what I want to eat. ' Heah
boy, what you goin' 'o gi' me f' suppeh?' 'Well,' he say, 'I got a little
po'teh-house-an' quail, an' pohk-chops
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-le 's see, sweet potatoes, ice-cream,
chahlum-rushe-"
" Look out there!"
" 0, got to have some of 'at stuffcla'et, an' fancy cakes an' champagne."
" What are you talkin' about? You
wuz n't built to stand anything better'n
gin."
" See heah, misteh, when I 'uz waitin'
on 'e table faw big banq'et an' gemman
leave some of'at champagne-I s'pose I
took 'at wine an' th'owed it away, did n'
I? Yes, seh, I used to get it befo' 'em
little beads stop jumpin'."
Then there was a shuffle of feet, for
some one had come down the stairway.
A gruff voice asked, " Say, can you fix up
these tans for me in a hurry?"
" Yes, seh, 'at's sutny jus' what I can
do."
"While you're rubbin' out that tencent piece you can think over some more
ways to spend that million."
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"-When he gets it."
"' The most money he ever had at one
time was sixteen dollars. That was when
he got on that seven-to-one shot. He
did n't work for three days."
There was a sound of suppressed laughter in the corner. The man who had
chanced into the place unfolded himself
from the chair and saw the colored boy at
work, throbbing with exertion.
" Brush!" shouted the barber, but the
customer did not wait for the ceremonial.
He ran for his car, and all the way home
he leaned back in a warm reverie and
helped the boy spend the million.




On Being Virtuous in Order to
be Happy
Without confessing to himself that he
remembered the first visit, he went to the
shop one morning to have his shoes
cleaned. The first conversation was the
mere commonplace which passes between
the employer and the employed. It related to the kind of polish to be used.
Pink saw before him only a pair of
shoes. He little suspected-but there is
no need of anticipating.
The customer sat in an arm-chair
which was placed on top of a box-like
rostrum.  The box and the chair were
studded with brass tacks and other metal
ornaments. They would have served as
a Congo    throne.  William  Pinckney
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Marsh usually had the market page of
yesterday's paper tucked under the chair
cushion.
Pink's shirt was a black and white
study of trellises, with vines climbing up
them.
The vest was double-breasted, and had
been once polka-dot silk, but now the dots
were mostly blurred away and the pockets
had begun to ravel.
His trousers were black and brown
check, worn thin at the knees and ragged
at the bottom.
The shoes were extremely pointed, two
sizes too large, cracked across the top and
protuberant at the heel.
When Pink was dressed for the street
he wore also a double-breasted coat tightly
buttoned', a spreading blue necktie that
had been handled once or twice too often,
a high white collar and a light brown hat
with a high crown. Pink improved as
you studied him from the ground upward.




THE MORNING CUSTOMER


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His apparel might have been judged as
follows:
Shoes-Utterly disreputable.
Trousers-Shabby.
Coat-Badly worn.
Necktie-Showy.
Collar-Splendid.
Hat-Magnificent.
What need to tell of the coal-black
face, the broad-flanged nose, the elastic
mouth opening on teeth of pearly whiteness, and the close growth of kinky hair?
A song of passing popularity tells that
all members of the Ethiopian division
"look alike."    Pink was one of a
thousand-that is, so far as mere appearance was concerned.
When it came to a consideration of the
higher being-the sure-enough ego-Pink
was different. He saw things from his
own standpoint, and there was room for
no one else on his pedestal.
On this first morning he came to his
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task languidly, and even lazily. After
some sleepy preparations, he drew a heavy
sigh and attacked the shoes fiercely. It
will never be known whether Pink
was a tired mortal driven to work, or an industrious mortal who had to restrain himself by certain affectations.
He was at his best when he walked.
He allowed his feet to shuffle so that the
movement was a sort of slow dance-step.
He seemed to be keeping time to music
which only the rapt and colored soul may
hear.
The morning customer learned in two
or three visits that the barbers liked Pink
and pitied him. They were men who
had given much study to public questions.
Pink came in on their back-and-forth
discussions.  He pieced in observations
which amused them, and also convinced
them that Pink lacked seriousness of
purpose. They regarded him as a sort of
court jester. Sometimes they patronized
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him half in kindness, but they never forgot
that there was a social chasm between a
barber and a " brush."
Perhaps Pink did not fully understand the significance of their manner
toward him, or he would have been cast
down in spirit. As it was, the humility
which he made his main stock in trade,
was merely an outward pretense.
The morning customer learned this on
the occasion of his third visit, up to which
time the conversation had been along the
lines of rather strict formality. At the
second visit he crossed Pink's palm
with silver, so that when he came the third
time he saw a mellow smile in the corner.
The barbers were talking on the relations
of Church and State that morning.
The morning customer appeared to
be amiable and receptive when Pink
looked up at him.
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thing, you jus' come to 'em boys an' ask.
If 'ey do n' know, no use to look in 'em
books. It ain't theah-could n' be."
"They're up on everything, eh? "
Oh-h-h, wise —wise boys. Cong'ess
could n' tell 'em boys nothin' 'bout how to
do it. No, seh, 'em rascals is sutny good."
Pink folded the drying-cloth and went
at the shoe again, singing softly:
"'Misteh Johnson, tuhn me loose,
Got no money but good es-cuse;
0, Misteh Johnson, I wis't you would.
Oh-h-h-"
"A  new song?" asked the morning
customer.
" Ain' it wahm? "
"Who's Mister Johnson?"
"Misteh Johnson, he 's a coppeh. He
come in on a small game o' craps, an' 'at's
what 'at cullud fellow 's singin' to him at
'e box."
" Does that song relate to one of your
own experiences?"
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"No, seh - me? I nevah got 'rested
-faw rollin' craps - no, seh."
" What was it you got arrested for?"
" Who said I got 'rested? "
" 0, you never were arrested, eh?"
Pink's elastic mouth widened, and he
laughed so that he had to stop work.
"Look heah, man, who 's been tellin'
you 'bout me? "
"0, you have been arrested?"
"I got 'uh once, but it wuz n' no craps,
no, seh."
"Chickens?"
"W'y, say, look heah, misteh, somebody been paintin' me bad to you. No,
seh, 'ey done it to me faw what 'at judge
called disohdehly."
" How about it? Were you disorderly?"
"Them 'at could 'membeh what happened give in bad tes'imony. I had to dig
up ol' six dollahs to keep out of 'at big
black wagon. No, seh, I do n' wan' no
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"You 'd been drinking, had n't you? "
"Yes, seh, 'at's what made me dange'ous-wuz 'at oil o' distuhb'ance. I
don' wan' no mo' to do 'ith 'em coppehs
an' blue wagons an' judges. Cullud man
sutny can't beat 'at game."
" That's right," said the morning customer. 'Be virtuous, and you will be
happy."' -
" What is 'at 'spression? Say it oveh.
Be -"
" 'Be virtuous, and you will be happy.'"
"0, I guess some one-ahm man
wrote 'at!  'Be vuhchus, an' you will
suahly be happy!' My goodness!     I
guess 'at's pooh lang'age! I sutny will
use 'at on 'em Deahbohn Street rascals.
Yes, seh, I '11 jus' brush you a few an'
you sutny will be all right. Any time,
Misteh, you goin' 'o th'ow 'at ovehcoat
away, jus' th'ow it at me. No clothin'
stoah eveh see 'at coat 'cept when you
walk past.  Ten -yes, seh -'at's 'e
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propeh 'mount. Good day, seh. Misteh,
have I got 'at?   Be vuhchus, an' you
will sutny be happy. Yes, seh-yo '
truly - good day, seh."




On the Proper Observance of
Christmas
The holiday season was at hand the
next time the morning customer went to
the shop. As he climbed into the chair
he saw on the wall, within easy reach, a
pasteboard box capped with a sprig of
green. In the side of the box was a slit
large enough to receive a silver dollar.
Below it were the words: " Merry Xmas.
Remeber the porter."
"What does that mean -       Merry
Xmas'?" asked the customer.
Pink shook his head slowly. "You
know mighty well what 'at means, misteh.
If I on'y had yo' ej'cation I would n' be
whippin' flannel oveh no man's shoes."
" I do n't see what education has to do
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with it-   What is it, anyway - that
' Merry Xmas'? "
"Misteh Cliffo'd, on 'e secon' chaih,
made it faw me. He says 'at's 'Me'y
Ch'is'mas.'"
"That 's a funny way to spell Christmas.   What does the rest of it mean
there - about remembering the porter?"
" My goodness, misteh, you ain' goin'
'o fo'ce me to come right out an' ask faw
it, ah you? "
"Ask for what?"
Pink emitted  a series  of heaving
sounds to indicate that he was amused.
" Mr. Clifford did a very fine job there,"
observed the customer.
"Who, Misteh Cliffo'd?  He can do
mos' anything.  He 's got watch-chain
made out o' real haih, he made himself."
"He must be a versatile genius."
"I guess he - say, misteh, 'at wuz a
wahm piece o' talk. What was 'at you
say - he-"
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" I say he must be a versatile genius."
" A vussitle gemyus - genimus."
" Genius - versatile genius."
" Vussitle gen'us - 'at 's lolly-cooleh.
If I on'y had a few like 'at I 'd keep 'em
ketchin' theah breaths, suah. What 's 'e
def'mition?"
" That means a man of varied accomplishments."
Pink worked a few minutes and allowed
the definition to percolate. Then he observed with a sigh:  "I could n' ketch
'em boys; not 'ith a laddeh. Too high."
The barber at chair No. i shouted
"Brush!" and Pink shuffled away to attend to a thin man with a powdered complexion and gummy hair.
First he brushed the thin man, front
and back, becoming more earnest in his
efforts just as the man received a handful
of small change. Pink held the overcoat,
and after the thin man had worked into it,
he reached under for the inside coat and
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pulled it down so violently that the thin
man was bowed backward. While Pink
was brushing the overcoat the thin man
walked over and took his hat from the
hook.
But he was not to escape so easily.
Pink gently pulled the hat away from him
and went in search of the small brush.
He stood in front of the thin customer,
and, holding the hat gingerly in the left
hand, brushed it carefully, at the same
time blowing off imaginary specks of dust.
While the thin man was waiting for his
hat he casually put his right hand into the
trousers pocket.  Pink stopped brushing
and scratched at an invisible spot or stain
of some sort on the sleeve of the overcoat.
" Shine? " he inquired softly.
" Nope."
He continued to brush the hat.
The thin man withdrew his hand from
the pocket. Pink turned the hat around
right side forward and presented it to the
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customer with a bow.  The customer's
right hand moved forward a few inches,
but Pink's broad palm met it more than
half-way. The nickel passed.
"Thank you, seh," said Pink in a
reverential whisper. The thin man started
toward the door. Pink seized the long
whisk-broom and pursued him, hitting him
between the shoulder-blades. As the man
passed out Pink got in one final blow oti
the coat-tails.
"You're doing well to-day," observed
the morning customer when Pink had returned to his place in the corner.
Pink dropped the nickel to the floor, as
if by accident.  Then he picked it up,
turned it over and put it in his mouth.
" Money layin' all 'roun' heah to-day,"
he said, rattling the coin against his teeth.
"You can buy a loaf of bread  yith
that," suggested the customer.
"You betteh make anothah guess on
what I 'm goin' 'o do 'ith any nicks I get
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hold of 'ese days. Bread 's faw pooh people.  I'm goin' 'o eat chidlin's, roas' pig,
cawnpone, che'y pie, mash' tuhnips an'
-le' me see  "
"You '11 be lucky to get snowballs,"
interrupted the barber known as ' Misteh
Adams,' who had strolled over to the
corner to watch the boy at work.
"Don' lose no sleep 'bout me," retorted Pink.  "I may be baihfoot an'
need mo' undeh-cloze, but I sutny will
have my chidlin's on Ch'is'mas, an' any
man 'at thinks diff'ent wants to make a
new guess, suah. If 'at ol' box up on 'e
wall uses me good I '11 be a wahm baby
'iss Ch'is'mas-yes, seh, I'11 eat oystehs
'ith my true love."
"How    are you and that girl gettin'
along now?" asked Mr. Adams, with a
palpable wink at the morning customer.
" I do n' know nothin' 'bout no guhl,"
replied Pink with a sly grin. "No, seh,
Misteh Adams, I got no money to waste
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on no piece o' calico. I'm jus' wantin'
to feed myse'f 'iss Ch'is'mas.  No use
talkin'! You know what 'at col' wind
say when it comes zoo-in an' whistlin'
roun' 'e cohneh. It say, Boy, wheah's
all 'at money you spent faw ice-cream an'
neckties las' summeh?"
"Mistah Adams" walked away and
Pink said, in a low tone: "You do n' ketch
me tellin' any white bahbeh 'bout 'at
lady."
" Haven't you got any money for
Christmas?" asked the morning customer.
" No, seh, I got to get someping out of
'at box."
" You ought to be able to save a little
money."
" Down theah wheah I live, misteh, it
ain' safe f' man to have no money. If
'em tough cullud boys think you' savin'
yo' coin 'ey jus' stop you at night an'
count it faw you. Yes, seh, an' when
'ey get th'ough countin' it, 'em boys han'
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back to you what 'ey do n' need. If anybody goin' 'o spen' my money I want to
spend it myse'f."
" Why do n't you put it in the bank?"
" Yes, seh, I'm goin' 'o put some in 'e
bank next yeah."
" Well, you want to bear well in mind
that procrastination is the thief of time."
" Le' go, man! 'At's sutny 'e hottes'
thing you handed me yet. Pocazzumalashum - prasticanashum - chenashalumno, seh, thea h's one too good faw me. No,
seh, don' try to gi' me 'at one. It keep me
busy jus' foldin' kinks out of 'at boy.
"Why, that's very simple-procrastination. It means the habit of postponing
action, putting off until to-morrow, as it
were."
" 'At's all right what 'at means, misteh.
I ain' strong enough to swing 'at kindpocrastumalation-timination-"
" Procrastination."
" No, seh, do n' try it, I can't use 'at
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boy.  'Ey would n' stan' faw  nothin'
like 'at on Deahbohn Street. You keep
'at one an' use it yo'se'f-proclast-pocrasum-unn-unn-misteh, you sutny have
wuhds up yo' sleeve 'at is strangehs to
me."
"Procrastination is a good word," said
the morning customer as he slipped a
quarter into the Christmas-box and descended from the high-chair.
" Thank you, seh," repeated Pink, three
times.
"'Ey's sutny ve'y few men can use
'em wuhds as you do," said he, as he was
brushing the morning customer. "'Prastigumation is what steals away yo' time'no, seh, don' tell me no mo'; it's too
high. Good mawnin'. Yes, seh. Sameto
you, misteh. Me'y Ch'is'mas."




On Winning the Affections of
a Woman
The morning customer learned by experience that Pink thrived on a diet of
long words.   He could not determine
whether Pink's admiration for these words
was real or feigned, and it mattered little
so long as the boy pretended to be in
ecstasy.
One day, toward the close of the holiday season, the morning customer learned
something of Pink's love affairs.  This
was really the beginning of his term as
guide, counselor, and friend.
"I Good morning, Pink," he said, as he
came in. "I trust you have had your
matutinal this morning."
"My goodness, misteh! I might have
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my pockets full of 'at stuff an' not know
it. I ain't had nothin' 'iss mawnin' 'cept
breakfas'."
" Got a morning paper? "
"I got paht o' one heah, misteh," and
Pink reached under the chair for it.
" Part of one, eh?  I suppose it's the
page of small ads. You 're the only man
I ever knew who bought a newspaper on
the installment plan.  Why do n't you
save up some morning and buy a whole
paper -have a little enterprise about you?
You want to get a new cushion in this
chair too. Do n't you know you have to
treat customers well in order to hold trade
these days?"
Pink restrained his mirth and sighed
with enjoyment.
" Misteh, you sutny good."
While he was working with the rough
brush to remove the dry and encrusted
mud, he sung scftly:


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" I do n' love a-nobody,
An' nobody loves me.
Yo' afteh my moneyDo n' caih faw me.
I 'm goin'o stay single,
Always-a be free;
I do n' love a-nobody,
An' nobody loves me."
The morning customer folded the paper
in his lap and listened to the song.
" Is that your private confession? " he
asked.
" How 's 'at, misteh?"
"You do n't love anybody, eh?"
"Co'se, misteh, I 'uz jus' singin' what
it says in 'at song."
" 0, I see. So you do love somebody,
after all? I believe I 've heard something
about that girl out there."
" Out wheah, misteh -out wheah?
You neveh saw 'at guhl in all yo' life,
misteh. What you want to say 'at faw?"


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" I did n't say I ever saw her. I said
I 'd heard about her."
Pink laughed to himself until his frizzled head bobbed up and down above the
shoe. Then he looked up at the morning customer, his eyes big with doubt, and
said, "Yo' stringin' me, misteh."
" Certainly not. I was talkin' to some
colored boy the other day - I forget his
name.   I says to him: ' Do you know
William Pinckney Marsh?' and he says:
' Do you mean Pink Marsh, the fellow
that likes chicken so well? ' "
"Who said 'at, misteh? Who was 'at
cullud rascal 'at tried to make me out
chicken-lifteh?"
" Do n't get excited. Keep right on
with your work. He simply said that you
liked chicken. He did n't say that you
stole chickens."
" I know, misteh, but what is 'at he
means by sayin' I like chicken? Do n't
you know cullud man say someping like
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'at 'bout anotheh an' he gen'ally got to
lose a fight? Yes, seh, you say ' chickens'
to cullud man, an' 'at means someping."
"Why, you do like chicken, do n't
you?"
" How's 'at? W'y-misteh, even if I
do, do n't all people like chicken?"
" I suppose they do, but this friend of
yours says that you eat more chicken than
any other colored fellow on the South
Side."
"Who      Who? He say 'at, misteh?
Goodness! Wis't you could'membeh his
name. I think I 'd hahm'at man if I get
him placed. What else he tell you?"
" Well, he said you had a girl and that
another fellow was trying to cut you out."
" Who-Gawge Lippincott?"
"Yes, that's the name, George Lippincott. This fellow seemed to think that
George had a shade the best of it."
"Do n't you neveh believe it, misteh,
not faw minute-no, seh. It ain't wrote
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in no book 'at Gawge Lippincott can do
me at no game-no, seh."
" Who's the girl?"
" Young lady name Miss Lo'ena Jackson."
"L Lorena, eh? That 's a fancy name?"
" Yes, seh, an' little ol' Miss Lo'ena's
hot membeh. She's so wahm you can
feel 'e heat on otheh side of 'e street when
she goes past. My goodness! I s'pose
she 's bad to look at. She had me settin'
up nights faw 'while."
" Dark?"
"No, seh, not as dahk as me, but she
ain' no blonde, neetheh. I s'pose 'at guhl
ain' got no cloze. My goodness! Get
on 'at puhl-cullud cloak 'ith all 'em buttons an' staht 'long Deahbohn Street-face
at ev'y window, suah."
"Does she reciprocate your affection?"
" Do n' make me jump faw 'em, mistah.
What is 'at-'cip'ocate?"
" Does she love you?"
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" Misteh, I 'm real thing jus' now, but
I can't p'omise no finish. I'm playin'
hahd, but if 'at lady eveh calls me-" and
Pink once more shook with laughter.
" I do n't understand you."
" I tell you, misteh. When I staht in
to win 'at lady Gawge Lippincott 'uz
ve'y strong theah.  She could n' see
me. Gawge got me beat on ej'cation.
We be oveh Mis' Willahd's house-ol'
Gawge on sofy-' Miss Lo'ena, I'm
afraid 'e weatheh goin' 'o be mo' 'centrical on 'count of 'at atmosphe'cal management,' someping like 'at. She come
back jus' as wahm  as he wuz.   Me,
misteh? Jus' settin' theah an' bein'
counted out. I wuz n't in 'at cullud society no mo'n if I'd been white. When
it come to tossin' lang'age ol' Gawge
sutny had  me skinned. Jus' same, I
figgah out what I got to do to get nex' to
'at lady. I know Miss Lo'ena wants
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'e same house, an' kin' o' been th'owin'
it into Lo'ena 'bout not bein' in line.
One night I 'uz talkin' to Lo'ena an' I
say, ' What kin' of a wheel is 'at Jennie
Tayloh's got?' an' she say, 'I think,
Misteh Mahsh, it's one 'at huh motheh
bought at secon'-han' stoah.' Knockin,'
un'estand? I say, 'Miss Lo'ena, what
kin' o' wheel you like bes',' an' she say
she like 'at Genemvieve wheel. I pull
out my little book an' write someping in
it. I ask huh what size, an' she say,
'Twent'-six,' an' I say 'Twent'-six,' an'
into 'e book, un'estan', misteh? 'Black
saddle o' tan saddle?' an' she say 'Tan.'
Down it goes into 'at book. You jus'
ought to see 'em eyes. ' Misteh Mahsh,
what you puttin' into'at book?' ' Neveh
you min'. You find out some day.' My
goodness, misteh! I own 'at lady f'om
'at minute. She know mighty well why I
put all 'at in 'e book. Nex' day she goes
an' tells Jennie Tayloh, ' Misteh Mahsh
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goin' 'o buy me Genemvieve wheel.' 1
s'pose she 's usin' me bad now."
" Well, are you going to get the wheel?"
" W'y, misteh, you ought to know me
betteh 'n 'at. Way things is comin' now
I could n' buy 'at chain 'at goes on 'e
back wheel. I could n' buy 'nough keh'sene to fill 'at little lamp 'at hangs on in
front. Lo'ena knows I'm goin' 'o buy
huh wheel jus' 'e same. Walkin' 'long
otheh evenin' an' I say, 'Miss Lo'ena,
when's yo' buhthday,' and she tell me,
'Tenth o' Mahch, but what you want
know 'at faw?' an' I say, ' O, 'at 's all
right, neveh mind!' Look heah, man,when
it come tenth o' Mahch and no wagon
backs up theah 'ith a wheel in it-you
know! I '11 be cold wheat-cake, an' no
mistake! She 'U have Gawge Lippincott
back on huh staff, suah 'nough."
" Well, do you think it's right to trifle
with a young lady's affections in that
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" Do n't you botheh 'bout 'at lady,
misteh. She ain' nobody's fool. She
eveh get a wheel out o' me she 'd th'ow me
in 'e aih an' staht out to fin' some suckeh
to buy one of 'em bloomeh suits faw huh.
Yes, seh, she's full of 'at ol' con. She
think she got me right now. I tol' huh
'e otheh evenin', 'Lo'ena, I'd like to go
an' have some oystehs 'iss ev'nin', but 'e
fact is I'm savin' ev'y cent o' money I
can get hold of.' Well, co'se she knows
what I 'm savin' faw-got to have 'at
wheel by Mahch, no use talkin'. 0, I
don't know! I s'pose I'm foolish! I
neveh seen cullud lady till I met Miss
Lo'ena."
" What do you think will happen when
this girl finds out for certain that you're
not going to give her a bicycle?"
" Neveh you mind. I '11 fix 'at all right.
I '11 get mad at huh an' give 'at wheel to
somebody else. I '11 give it to cullud lady
on 'e Nawth Side."
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" 0, I see.   Well, Pink, I did n't
think you'd be guilty of such malfeasance."
" She 'd do me jus' as much 'feasance
if she got chance. She 's out afteh 'at
new wheel, an' 'at 's why I 'm ol' papa in
'e pahloh now. Befo' I sprung 'at wheel
game, Gawge Lippincott had me done
easy-had me faded. I kind o' like 'at
lady, but she can't neveh get me foolish
enough to let go o' no coin; no, seh."
" How much does a wheel cost?
" Goodness, misteh, keep still! What's
'e use? I s'pose 'at wheel I 'm goin' 'o
buy faw Lo'ena cost eighty dollahs. Hush,
man! If I on'y had 'at much I would n'
be foolin' 'ith Miss Lo'ena Jackson. I 'd
be wahm boy 'ith 'em swell cullud people
down towahds Thuhtieth Street-yes, seh,
you could n' lose me."
" Well, that's all right. If you rub
those shoes much longer you '11 wear them
out. Here is your piece of silver. I have
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enjoyed very much the story of your
amour."
" Deahbohn-not Ahmoh," said Pink.
The morning customer laughed aloud,
and Pink laughed sympathetically, without
knowing why he did so. He brushed the
morning customer out to the stairway.




On War With England
The morning customer was permitted
to see the photograph of Miss Lorena
Jackson.  He looked at it with evident
interest and said, " Stylish, is n't she?"
"Who?     'At guhl?   High - steppeh.
She's got 'em cloze, an' she knows how
to weah 'em."
He put the photograph back into a hidden coat pocket and laughed secretively.
The morning customer waited a few
minutes and then asked. " How is everything around the place - quiet?"
" Yes, seh, it's ve'y quiet 'iss mawnin'.
Betteh le' me put in new paih o' laces
faw you, misteh. On'y ten cents, seh."
" Well, you go ahead and shine those
shoes and we '11 talk about the laces later
on."
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" Yes, seh, sutny, on'y these heah laces
is fah gone."
" Pink, are you criticising my personal
appearance?"
" No, seh, I do n' mean no c'iticizin'
on'y if you wan' paih o' laces I know
wheah you can get 'em."
" Never mind the laces now. I do n't
come here to discuss sordid commercial
transactions. Let us lift our conversation
into the higher realms. Let's talk about
art, or something like that."
"My goodness, misteh, when it comes
to me holdin' up my end o' talk 'ith you
I'm no betteh 'n one-legged man at a
cake-walk," and he gurgled.
" How are you and Mr. Clifford getting
along?"
"Did n' you heah 'bout it?  Did n'
you heah what happen' heah yes'day?
Misteh Cliffo'd done it all, too. He 'uz
'e gen'al. an' 'e whole ahmy -yes, seh."
" What was it?"
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" We had wah 'ith Englan' heah yes'day
-0, bad, too. Ouah side win, though.
Gen'al Cliffo'd made wahm fight."
"How did it start?"
"I don' know. Gen'al Cliffo'd 'uz
settin' oveh theah by 'e table, an' 'fo I
know 'bout it he had ahmy o' fo' million
soljahs an' 'uz mahchin' right oveh to do
Englan'."
" How did he get them across the
ocean?"
" I do n' know, seh. I s'pose he made
'em swim. He had 'em all oveh theah
chasin' 'at English ahmy 'fo' I un'e'stood
what it 'uz all 'bout. Gen'al Cliffo'd 'uz
full o' trouble. He put up betteh fight 'n
Gen'al Grant eveh did. Co'se Misteh
Adams, on 'e thuhd chaih, he'ped some.
Misteh Adams 'uz gen'al of all 'e ships.
I guess it did n' take him mo' 'n ten minutes to sink all of 'em otheh ships. Goodness, mistah, I neveh see such wah in a
bahbeh-shop befo' in all my life."
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c What had England been doing?"
" How's 'at? Man, what could ol' Englan' do 'ith Gen'al Cliffo'd an' 'ese fo'
million soljahs up an' a' comin'?"
"I know, but why did Mr. Clifford
make war on England?"
"It 'ut someping 'bout Venzalum -
Venazulum."
" 0, Venezuela! Why, that's all settled. Great Britain has agreed to our
terms, and the whole difficulty is to be submitted to arbitration."
" Yes, seh, I un'e'stand. Misteh Adams
'uz speakin' to gemman in his chaih 'bout
'iss 'batation 'at Misteh Cliffo'd read 'bout
in 'e mawnin' papeh. Misteh Adams tell
'iss gemman 'at 'e reason Englan' lay down
is 'at Uni'd States could do 'uh up if it
eveh come to case o' scrap. 'En 'iss gemman in Misteh Adams's chaih he says 'at
Englan' got mo' ships 'an us an' mo' soljahs, 'an' might do 'iss country if it come
to show-down. 'En Misteh Cliffo'd gets
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out his fo' million soljahs an' begins.
Goodness, misteh! We jus' had wah faw
'n houah. One minute, you know, Misteh Cliffo'd oveh theah by 'e table he 'd be
killin' 'bout hund'ehd thousan' men and 'en
Misteh Adams at 'e thuhd chaih he put
some of 'ese 'pedoes-"
" Torpedoes."
"Yes, seh, t'pedoes  he 'd put some
o' 'em undeh Englan' ship an' blow 'uh all
to pieces. Misteh Cliffo'd, he say: ( W'y,
do n' talk to me' bout Englan'. We done
huh fo' times an' we can do it agen. I
neveh see a man so wahm faw trouble. All
'iss time Misteh Adams blowin' up ships."
"England had no chance at all? "
"Misteh, no mo' chance 'an a sheep
'ith a butcheh. You know Gen'al Cliffo'd had eight million men 'fo' he got
th'ough. Yes, seh, I think he got two
hund'ehd thousan' heah in 'iss town. I tell
you, we could n' lose 'e way Gen'al Cliffo'd had it fixed yes'day. 'Fo' he got
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th'ough he had all 'at Englan' belongin' to
'iss country. You know 'at big town in
Englan'? "
"London?"
"Yes, seh, 'at 's it. How long you
s'pose it took Gen'al Cliffo'd an' his ahmy
to mahch right in an' capchah 'at town?"
"I have n't the slightest idea."
"Two days, seh. Gen'al Cliffo'd an'
his ahmy got oveh theah one day an' 'ey
wuz n' feelin' ve'y well, so 'ey kind o' hang
'round 'e fuhst day loadin' up 'em guns an'
washin' 'e buggies an' 'en nex' mawnin'
'ey go on oveh to London. I think 'ey
got theah 'bout ten o'clock in 'e mawnin'.
'Iss heah gen'al at London he come out
an' size up Gen'al Cliffo'd an' 'ese fo' million white bahbehs, an' tries to put up fight,
but, my goodness, man, 'at gen'al ought to
see his finish 'e minute he go 'genst Gen'al
Cliffo'd. It could n' come out on'y one
way. A little while an' 'em Englishmen
gettin' out of 'e way jus' like cullud boys
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goin' out o' Johnson's back dooh afteh
razah play - same thing. Gen'al Cliffo'd
got on white hoss, misteh, and rode into 'at
town 'ith band playin' 'at ' Wash'nin Pos'
Mahch.' Yes, seh, 'at secon' day he sutny
showed up ve'y strong. He made Gen'al
Grant look like lame man."
" In the meanwhile, I suppose Mr.
Adams was destroying the English navy
- the English ships."
" 0, easy, easy, easy!   'Iss same
aftehnoon 'at Misteh Cliffo'd- I mean
Gen'al Cliffo'd -'uz ridin' 'e white hoss
an' smokin' fifteen-cent cigah, Misteh
Adams done up 'e las' English ship - yes,
seh, he done up ev'ything. 'Iss gemman
in Misteh Adams's chaih he wants to
know what Misteh Adams goin' 'o do when
'em English ships come up close to 'at New
Yawk City an' staht tossin' wahm cannon
balls oveh on 'e houses."
" I suppose Mr. Adams had that all
provided for."
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" You know it! Yes, seh, 'at wuz an
easy one. Misteh Adams got kind o' i'on
raft 'at jus' stuck up oveh 'e wateh 'bout
foot, an' he took 'iss out to 'at place
wheah all 'em otheh ships had to come
past, an' 'en ev'y time ship come 'long he'd
th'ow ol' dym'nite bum oveh an' blow it
up. I guess he blowed up 'bout ten ships
in one day. No use tryin', misteh, you
can't lose 'at Misteh Adams at no game
eveh played. If Englan' eveh fin's out
what Misteh Adams got up his sleeve, she
won't eveh have no trouble 'ith us, no,
seh."
" Well, I am glad to learn that we can
whip England."
"W'y, misteh, I tell you we done it
already - right heah in 'iss shop yes'day."
"What part did you take in the fratricidal strife? "
" Change it, misteh! Come down!"
"' Were you in the fight?"
" No, seh, I set back heah by 'e stove
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dodgin' bullets. I neveh see such wah.
'Fo' it 'uz oveh I kind o' felt soh'y faw
'em English people. Did n' have thing
left when Gen'al Cliffo'd got th'ough. Me
an' 'at new bahbeh is 'e on'y ones 'at
wuz n' in 'e wah."
" That's so. You have a new barber,
have n't you? "
" Yes, seh, I'm kind o' 'fraid o' him,
too. You see 'at white tie he weahs.
Look out faw 'em, misteh. 'Ey's eitheh
ve'y good o' ve'y bad 'at weahs 'em white
ties.  We had bahbeh heah 'at wo' tie
like 'at one, an' one night 'e got all 'e
razahs in his pockets an' moved. Yes,
seh, he changed his scenery. He'uz a
quiet boy, too, 'ith one of 'em Zion
Meth'dis' neckties."
" Are you through?  Well, I tell you
what I want, if you have any, and that's
a pair of new shoe-laces."
" My goodness, misteh!"


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On the Efficacy of Dreams
The next time the morning customer
came in he found Pink locked in an earnest debate with Mr. Clifford. The barber was "honing" a razor and debating
with careless ease, as one who knew and
scorned the full resources of his opponent.
Pink had an ominous forefinger in the air
and was contending for something or other
in relation to civil rights.
"No, seh! no, seh, I don' mean 'at,
Misteh Cliffo'd," he said. "I do n' mean
to 'sinuate 'at a cullud man ought to do
anything 'at a white pusson does, but what
ahgament I make, Misteh Cliffo'd, is 'at
he 's got right to do it undeh ouah law.
Did n' Misteh Ab'ham Lincoln settle all
'at business?  I guess he sutny did.
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Ab'ham said a few things 'at set 'em
guessin'."
" Why, the only mistake we ever made
was in settin' you folks free," said Mr.
Clifford, with a wink at the barber at the
next chair.
Pink laughed aloud, and then said:
"0, no, seh, Misteh Cliffo'd, you do n'
mean 'at."
"Course I do.   You ain't no good
when you work for yourself. There's a
man been waitin' in your chair for five
minutes while you was talkin' to me."
Pink hurried over to the morning customer with many expressions of apology.
"My goodness, misteh, I did n' see
you. I 'm ve'y soh'y, seh. If 'ey 's one
thing I prides myself 'bout, seh, it's bein'
right heah, seh, on deck ready faw business at all houahs. 'At 's'e on'y way to get
yo' good customehs an' keep 'em comin'
to you, yes, seh. I can't get too many
comin' my way, suah as yo' bawn."
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" What was all this discussion about? '
C 'At's all right, misteh; do n't you feel
bad abbut it an' I won't. Misteh Cliffo'd
got it settled 'ith himse'f 'at he's ve'y
wahm  pusson.  No, seh, you could n'
make him b'lieve nothin' else.  W'y,
misteh, he sets heah ev'y day an' tells 'ese
otheh wise boys 'bout what 'at mayah
oveh in 'e City Hall ought to do. If 'at
theah mayah 'd on'y come oveh heah ev'y
mawnin' an' find out f'om Misteh Cliffo'd
how things stood, he sutny could n' make
no mistakes. 'Spose Misteh Cliffo'd picks
up papeh wheah it tells 'bout a killin'.
Well, seh, he reads it oveh, spellin' out
'em long ones - he ain' such a hot readeh
-an' when he's th'ough he tuhns to
Misteh Adams an' he say, ' I know who
done 'at muhdeh. It wuz 'at woman 'at
find 'e revolveh.' He knows in a minute.
You can't fool 'at boy."
" I think he ought to be chief of police,"
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Pink stopped work and shook with sup.
pressed laughter.
" Yo' sutny all right, misteh," said he,
"You know, misteh, I can't une'stan' why
all 'ese wahm boys 'at knows mo' an' any
one else 'at eveh come oveh 'e bridge is
all down heah in 'is ol' shop, crawlin'
heads faw two bits, when 'ey ought to be
up in one of 'em sky-scrapehs -you
know, misteh -big desk, an' you push
one of 'em bells an' say: ' Boy, take 'bout
thousan' dollahs out of 'e safe an' put it
in my ovehcoat pocket; I 'm goin' out to
meet a few frien's.' 'At's wheah all 'ese
boys 'd be if 'ey wuz half as wahm as
'ey say they ah."
" You do n't seem to have a very high
opinion of your tonsorial associates."
" Listen at you toss 'em wuhds! " said
Pink, glancing up in rapture. " Otheh
foot, misteh. 0, well, seh, 'bout white
bahbehs - it do n' pay to have no trouble
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thing, an' you on'y pooh cullud boy,
tryin' to do 'e best he can, an' yo' all
right. Call 'em misteh so-and-so. 'At's
someping 'ey do n't of'en get an' it jollies
'em.  Bu' le' me tell you someping,
misteh. I'11 be eatin' bread 'ith gravy on
it when some of 'ese white bahbehs makin'
mahks in 'e snow."
" By the way, how is your bank account
coming on?   You told me, didn't you,
that you were going to begin to save
money after the first of the year? "
Pink leaned over the shoe and
brushed with great energy, but said
nothing.  The customer heard sounds
similar to those made by a loose steamvalve, and upon looking down he saw that
Pink  was  smothering  with laughter,
which he was trying to hold in. This
kind of mirth is contagious. The morning customer began to laugh.
"Misteh, yo' sutny all right," said
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" How much have you saved?"
" Misteh, all 'ese heah banks can bust
an' 'ey wont eveh touch me."
" I thought you were saving up."
"Yes, seh; 'at s right."
" You've been saving up, but you
have n't got anything yet - is that it?"
" Misteh, if I got it all togetheh I'd
jus' 'bout have pohk chops an' no mo'."
" What have you been doing with your
money?"
" In 'e fus' place, misteh, I don' take
in as much as Misteh Mahshall Field o'
Misteh P. D. Ahmoh."
"I see.  You've been playing policy
again."
"Jus' once in while, seh."
"Have any luck? "
Yes, seh; I come 'ithin one numbeh
o' gettin' sisteen dollahs. One ev'nin' at
Mis' Willa'd's house we had aigs faw
suppeh, fried in fat an' potatoes sliced in.
I eat about six o' seven aigs, an' en' all
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night dream aigs. I go pas' stoahs an' I
see hund'ehds o' baskets full o' aigs, an' I
think I 'm eatin' fried aigs all 'e time? so
nex' mawnin' I suhch myself an' fin'
twenty cents an' put it on 'e ol' aigs
row."
"Why did n't you play it on the indigestion row? "
"In'geschun?" asked Pink, wonderingly.
"Go on with your story. What was
the egg row?"
"Yes, seh; aig row 'uz fo'-fo'teenfawty. Fo' come, misteh, an' ol' fawty,
but fo'teen used me mean."
" How much did you win?"
"Do n't you un'e'stand 'at game, misteh?
You got to ketch all three. If 'at ol'
fo'teen 'd used me right - say, I'd be
spohtin' ovehcoat 'ith fo' rows o' buttons."
" But fourteen did n't come out, did it?"
"No, seh. 'At dream 'uz all right,
on'y fo'teen would n't come out."
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" I do n't see what good it did you to
have two numbers come, as long as you
did n't win."
" It sutny showed 'ey wuz someping in
'at dream."
"All right. I am glad you can see it
in that light. Where do you play policy,
anyway? I thought all those places were
closed up."
"Misteh, I neveh see time yet when I
could n' bet my b'lief, no, seh. You got
to weah rubbehs some times to get at 'e
man 'ith 'e sheet, but I neveh kep' no
money I wanted to lose, not yet, seh."
"Well, that 's a funny thing. I 've
lived in this town for ten years, and I
never saw a policy-shop yet.  I do n't
know what one of them would look like."
"Yo' cullah 's wrong, misteh; yo'
cullah 's sutny wrong. White pusson can't
find 'em games, no matteh how long he
hunts, but cullud boy —put blin'fold
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jus' feel his way to some place wheah
man's puttin' numbehs on 'e sheet. Cullud
boy can smell row o' numbehs faw two
blocks. Yes, seh; 'at's no fab'cashun,
neetheh."
" Fabrication? That's a good word."
"'At's a ve'y sassy wuhd, misteh.
Misteh 'Stein, 'e cigah-man, han' me 'at
one yes'day. 'At means yo' lyin', do n'
it?"
" Yes, a fabrication is anomalous to a
lie. It is frequently used as a synonym,
although if I were to cogitate with exactitude I would say that it refers rather to a
fanciful invention. Of course, you understand, Pink, that there are many terms
allied in paraphristic connection which
are essentially - ah - dissimilar when it
comes right down to it. Have you got
change for a quarter? Thanks. Well,
I must meander toward my destination.
That's a good shine you gave me. I hope
you will not become egotistical by reason
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of my eulogiums.   By George!     It's
nearly nine o'clock."
The morning customer hurried toward
the door, leaving Pink open-mouthed and
staring into vacancy. He was in a waking
dream, and the broom swung in his limp
hand.   His lips moved, but no sound
came forth.




On the Powers of the. Chief
Executive
From the day on which the morning
customer defined the word "fabrication "
he became the court of last resort. On
the occasion of his first succeeding visit he
was called on to settle a dispute.
"Misteh, I want you to tell me someping, 'cuz I know you can tell it to me
right," began Pink.
"I do n't know  that I can. You
must n't ask me anything hard."
"'At's all right, seh. If I had yo'
ej'cation I would n' be scaihed o' no question in 'e book. If I on'y had as many
fac's in my head as you got I'd win mo'n
one bet f'om some of 'em wise AfoAmeh'cans out theah on Deahbohn Street."
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" You 've got Afro-Americans out there,
have you?"
" Yes, seh; I neveh know I 'uz one of
'em till 'bout two weeks ago. Ain't safe
to call cullud man coon no.mo' any mo'
'an it is to say ' niggeh.' My goodness,
misteh! Do n' like to be called dahkies
neetheh. It use to be Eth'op'ans, but now
it's Afo-Ameh'cans. 'At's a ve'y wahm
name. Since 'ey begin to use 'at name I
would n' change my cullah faw no money."
"What is the dispute you were asking
about?"
"Yes, seh. I tell you. It 'uz a 'spute
I had 'tween me an' Willis Tuckeh at
Miss Willa'd's house last ev'nin'. Willis
begin by askin' me who I'd ratheh be,
Misteh Presiden' McKinley o' Misteh
Potteh Palmeh. I say I ratheh be Misteh McKinley, faw even if I did n' have
as much money I could give p'sitions to
all my frien's an' get good livin' faw nothin'. Willis want to know how I figgah
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it, an' I say 'at 'e Presiden of 'iss heah
land can say to any man he likes,' Heah,
you go to Eu'ope faw me an' spend all 'e
money you need an' have good time.'
'Notheh thing, too, I say, Misteh McKinley he get anything he wants f'om 'e
gov'ment. If he want new fuhnichah in
'e house wheah he lives he jus' send out an'
get it an' have 'e bill sent to Cong'ess. It
don' cost him a cent. He sutny have a
snap, I say. Now, misteh, I want to
know am I right what I say 'bout 'e Presiden'."
" Well, what did Willis say?"
"Yes, seh, Willis claim to me Misteh
McKinley could n' buy nothin' 'ceptin'
Cong'ess say it 'uz all right. I tell him,
' Man, yo' foolish; 'at Presiden' comes
puht neah bein' 'e whole thing 'bout 'iss
gov'ment.' You le' me be Presiden' faw
twenty minutes some time an' I would n'
neveh shine no mo' shoes f' no man."
" That's right. I suppose you 'd order
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everything in sight, and have it charged up
to Congress."
Hush, man!    I wouldn' do thing!
'At's what I tell Willis. I say Misteh
Presiden' McKinley can buy anything
he wants an' Cong'ess got to pay faw
it. Willis say Presiden' got to ask
Cong'ess 'bout it befo'-hand an' 'en if
'ey say it's all right, he goes 'head an
buys it."
" I do n't think Willis knows very much
about the functions of the Executive."
" Fum-shun? Say, misteh, if I could
say 'at jus' 'e way you done it I would n'
let Willis Tuckeh o' no otheh man sew
me up in no ahgament, no, seh. What's
'at you mean by 'at 'bout fum-shun?"
"I mean that your friend Willis is
mistaken. That would be a fine state of
affairs, would n't it-the President of the
United States going around to Congress to
get a little money every time he wants to
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"Misteh, you know I use 'most 'em
ve'y wuhds to Willis Tuckeh? I claim,
eh, 'at no man has mo' to say 'bout 'e
gov'ment 'an Misteh Presiden' McKinley.
Am I true in 'at?"
"Certainly you are. You tell your
friend to go and read the constitution of
the United States."
"Who- Willis Tuckeh? No, seh;
he ain' no friend o' mine. I'm jus' ready
heah an' now to buy ticket to his fune'al.
Yes, seh-he done me duht."
"You appear to cherish an animosity
toward Mr. Tucker."
" I got 'mosity faw any man 'at hol's
out on you. Yes, seh, what 'at speckled
houn' done to me I ain' goin' 'o fawget
ve'y soon."
" What's your grievance?"
" I do n' say I grieve 'bout it. When
he say to me, ' No, seh, Pink, I did n' get
it on,' I jus' say, O!' —like 'at-an'
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when I get it. 'Ey can make me take it,
misteh, but no man can't make me like it
-no, seh!"
" What was it he was supposed to 'get
on'?"
"I tell you, seh. 'Bout fo' weeks ago,
I dream nothin' but flowehs. I seem
walkin' in fields 'ith nothin' but jus' flowehs
as fah as I could see. I 'd see sunflowehs
and mawnin'-glo'ies an' pinks an' ev'y kind
o' flowehs - mo'n I eveh seen befo' in all
my life. Well, seh, nex' mawnin' I kep'
thinkin' 'bout 'em flowehs, an' I say, ''At
sutny means someping.' Afteh breakfas'
I stops in at Clem Lesteh's bahbeh-shop
on State Street an' see in his book 'at if
you dream wil' flowehs, 'e row is three —
seven - twenty-eight, an' if it 's flowehs
done up in bo'quets, you want to play nine
-thuhty - fift'-two. Well, seh, I seen
all kind o' flowehs, so I jus' say I play
wil' flowahs an' bo'quets, both."
"What is this play - policy again? "
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" Yes, seh, two rows, jus' as I say, one
faw wil' flowehs an' one faw bo'quets. I
'uz jus' goin' out of 'e shop an' I meet Willis
Tuckeh. I say, ' Willis, I got to huh'y
down to 'e shop an' I want you to take
quahteh an' split it on two sets o' numbehs
I got heah. I had 'em wrote down, misteh, an' I give 'em to him. I play nick
in Frankfo't book f' three -seventwenty-eight and straddle ten 'tween Frankfo't an' Kentucky on same row and let 'e
otheh dime go on straddle f' ninethuhty - fift'-two. Willis p'omised me
he'd see 'at 'e money got on faw aftehnoon drawin'."
"And then he did n't do it, eh?"
"Yes, seh, he done it, an' 'at 's what
makes me soah. W'y, misteh, when I get
th'ough my wuhk 'at day an' go to Misteh
Lesteh's shop and see ol' nine an' ol' thuhty
an' ol' fift'-two all in 'e row on 'e sheet, I
could jus' see myse'f countin' money.
My goodness, misteh, I ask faw Willis,
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an' no one seen him. I go oveh to his
house. ' No,' Mis' Tuckeh say, ' I ain't
seen Willis since mawnin'. So I stahts
'long 'e line. I want to save some of 'at
eight. Last I fin' Willis in'Lias Clahk's
saloon rubbin' 'genst 'e bah an' two crapplayehs along.  Jus' soon 's I see 'at
boy, misteh, I knowed it wuzn' no wateh
made 'em eyes 'at cullah. Cullud man
can't get red in 'e face, but his eyes get
bad, an' ol' Willis he had Tom gin eyes
when I find him. I say, 'Willis, will
you give 'em to"me in papeh o' silveh?'
He act su'prise like an' say, What you
talkin' 'bout?' I say, 'At secon' row win
in 'e Frankfo't book.' Well, seh, when
I said 'bout winnin', he made 'e wahmes'
bluff I eveh see. 0, he's good, Willis
is. He says, 'By Gawge, Pink, I clean
fawgot to get 'em numbehs,' an' 'en he
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ful money right in his cloze? I went
'roun' to 'e policy-shop to look at 'e betsheet, but ol' Willis 'uz too keen faw me.
He'd gone an' bet it somewheahs else.
Yes, seh, he done me up. My goodness,
misteh, I get so mad ev'y time I re'lize
'bout lettin' him do me. He done me
right, suah. Un'e'stand, if numbehs did n'
come, ol' Willis say to me,' Heah's 'e
tickets, Pink,' an' 'en he hand you some
dead numbehs. If 'e row did come, he
cash in an' keep all 'e velvet an' gi' me
back my coin. Misteh, I jus' figgah I
did n' have no show faw my life 'ith 'at
man."
"I suppose not. I'm surprised, however, that any of your Afro-American acquaintances would be guilty of such duplicity."
"'Plicity, misteh?  I wan' tell you,
Willis Tuckeh 's wuhse 'an 'at. He's
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alley, chickens come out an' roost on him.
I know all 'bout his cha'cteh now. He
can't neveh place no mo' money faw me.
No, seh!"




On the Origin of Species
After a brief experience as oracle to
Pink, the morning customer decided to be
infallible. He learned that Pink came to
him with full trust, and he believed it the
better plan to answer all questions. So
he found it his task to settle the problems
relating to life and the after-life. Such a
task would have been difficult but for the
fact that Pink hung upon his words in
simple faith and was not disposed to crossquestion. One morning the subject matter was evolution.
" Misteh, I'm goin 'o ask you someping
'at me an' Misteh Cliffo'd 'uz 'sputin'
'bout 'iss mawnin'," said Pink, pouring
some of the soft dressing into the claycolored bowl of his hand. " Misteh
Cliffo'd says 'at 'iss heah Bob Inge'soll
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claim 'at all cullud people use to be suah'nough monks, same as 'ey got out heah
at Lincum Pahk."
" The theory of evolution is that all
men came from the lower orders of
animal life," said the morning customer.
"If Mr. Clifford says that the colored
people in particular are descendants of
the simian, he is laboring under a misapprehension."
"I tol' Misteh Cliffo'd he 'uz givin'
me mis'plehension, 'cuz you know, I may
be easy, but 'ey can't shoot nothin' like
'at into me, no, seh."
" Does Mr. Clifford believe in evolution? "
" Mistah, what is 'at emvalution?"
"I believe it is defined as a change,
by continuous differentiation and integration, from a simple homogeneity to a complex heterogeneity, or something like
that."
" All right, misteh, heah 's wheah I get
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off. 'Iss is my cohneh. Goodness, man!
You ah sutny holdin' back mo' good talk
an' any pusson I eveh see. 'Ferenchiashum of 'genity - I guess 'at 's pooh talk,
ain't it? I'm glad you handed 'at to me.
I been kind o' wantin' to get 'at cleahed
up in my mind. I know it now, misteh.
Need n' say it agen."
The morning customer lifted the newspaper to conceal his grin of self-satisfaction, and Pink labored at the shoe, occasionally shaking his head and whispering
to himself.
Finally he looked up and said, "I tol'
Misteh Cliffo'd I could n't un'e'stand 'at,
'cuz I know 'at ol' Adam was 'e fus' man
of all. Ain't 'at so?"
"That's right.   We all descended
from Adam."
"Yes, seh, an' Misteh Cliffo'd ask me
how it is 'at we got white people an' cullud people. He kind o' had me guessin'.
How 'bout 'at, misteh?"
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" Why, that's easy enough. We were
all white once, but some of the people
went down into Africa just after the flood,
and it was so hot down there that they became tanned."
"You call 'at tan?" asked Pink,
thoughtfully looking at his knuckles,
which resembled a row of chocolate
creams. "No, seh, misteh, 'at ain't no
tan. You sutny got to skin me to change
my cullah. No, seh. Huh-uh! S'pose
I go in Audito'um hotel to get dinneh 'an
'e whole thing 'ith one of 'em Gawgy minstrel suits come up an' say, ' Niggeh, you
get out 'o heah befo' we take you out
piece at a time!' I say, ' S'cuse me, seh,
I'm no niggeh; I'm white man 'at got
sunbuhned!'  Co'se 'at 'd be all right!
He'd un'e'stand 'at! Any man look at
me know 'ey's nothin' 'e matteh 'cept
I'm kind o' flushed f'om bein' outdoohs."
" Well, I do n't deny that the color is
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required many generations for the African
to assume his present color."
"Yes, seh, it's goin' 'o be two o'
three yeahs 'fo' I change back to be
blonde too," said Pink, and he gave an
explosive bark of laughter.
"What's the matter with you, over
there?" asked the new barber, with the
white tie, who was sea-foaming a redheaded man and getting some good coloreffects.
" Neveh you mind," returned Pink,
" I 'm findin' out things. Look heah,
misteh, how is it some cullud people 's so
dahk an' othehs jus' yellow? I s'pose
some of 'em set in 'e shade mo' 'an
othehs."
" I do n't know, I 'm sure," said the
morning customer, trying to restrain a
smile.
" I guess 'at what you say 'bout changin'
cullah ain't so fah off, neetheh. I use'
to know cullud boy in Tuhkish bath place
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'at got job on 'e stage doin' buck-dancin',
an' some of 'at pasamala wahm stuff. He
could jus' melt 'e nails out of 'e flooh,
Albe't could. Ev'ybody thought Albe't
'uz a cullud boy till 'e got 'iss job 'ith
'e show. W'y, he wuz n' no coon at all,
no, seh."
What was he?"
"Yes, seh; he wuz a creole, 'at 's
what Albe't wuz.  Co'se you look at
Albe't an' you might think 'at he had
some niggeh blood in him, but he ain't.
No, seh, he 's a creole. I know it, 'cuz
I see it on 'e show-bills. Good many
people 'at used to be cullud is tuhnin'
out to be creoles, oct'oons, Eth'op'ans,
Af'o-Ameh'cans, an'"Any Cubans?"
"Yes, seh, some - smoked Cubans.
Goodness, misteh, you can't hahdly find
no mo' coons on 'e South Side. I think I
betteh be creole myse'f, same as Albe't."
" How are you on dancing, Pink?"
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"Wahm- wahm, an' no        mistake.
You neveh see me pick 'em up an' set 'em
down agen, did you? I fool you, misteh;
I ain't so bad. No, seh! But I sutny
got to hang my head when ol' Albe't
begin movin' 'round in 'e sand. Albe't
got me faded, suah. Albe't went up to
rent-rag 'ith me one night, an' win ev'y
woman in 'e house. I guess 'ey wuz
mo 'an a dozen razahs shahpened faw ol'
Albe't 'at night."
" What in the world is a rent-rag?"
" You do n' know what a rent-rag is,
misteh? I guess you ain't been out'round
Deahbohn Street ve'y much. You see,
misteh, 'ey's quite a numbah o' cullud
fam'lies 'at's hahd up 'iss time o' yeah,
an' 'ey can't ve'y well come up 'ith 'e
rent. So 'ey have pahties, an' chahge
ev'y one someping to come in - ten cents
sometimes, o' as much as two bits. 'At's
'e way some of 'em got to do to stand off
'e lan'lohd. Ev'ybody comes in and has
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good time, an' 'e fam'ly 's two or three
dollahs to 'e good. Yes, seh, we had
some ve'y wahm sessions at 'em rent-rags.
'Ey 's sutny good. Take it 'bout two
'clock in 'e mawnin' 'ith all of 'em po'tehs
and waitehs kind o' crackin' 'ith Tom gin,
I tell you it ain't safe to staht nothin'.
'At 's what I say: ' Be good, but do n'
staht nothin' 'cuz anything stahted it 's
goin' 'o finish at 'e hospital, suah 's yo'
bawn.' 'Long 'bout two you got to be
caihful whose lady you lay yo' hand on.
'Cuz I know. I see Grant Jenkins pull
his 'ol bahbeh's friend one night, and begin
makin' signs at ol' Gawge Lippincott's
brotheh, 'at 'uz visitin' heah f'om In'anapolis, an', misteh, you jus' ought to see
Pink come down 'em staihs. 0, I guess
I wuz slow, wuz n' I? I did n' wait to
walk down. No, seh; I wuz too busy.
I jus' fell, 'at 's all I done. If 'ey 's eveh
goin' 'o be any cahvin', misteh, I jus' soon
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nex' mawnin'. Yes, seh; I do n' mind
waitin' to find out what 'e finish is."
" You must be associated with a desperate crowd."
"No, seh; 'em boys ain't tough on'y
faw a few 'at gets mixed in. I been to
some of 'em pahties out theah 'at uz 'e
real thing, misteh. Yes, seh; most ev'y
one have on 'em dress suits. 'At's wheah
they lose me, misteh. Most all of'em
cullud waitehs got to have 'em suits befo'
they can wuhk. 01' Pink shows up 'ith
his blue cloze an' he ain't one-two-three.
Guess I '11 have to be waiteh if I'm goin'
'o be strong out theah. I ain' sayin' a
wuhd, but I 'm jus' layin' faw a suit of 'em
coze 'at some white gemman's got
th'ough usin'. You eveh le' me get a suit
of 'em real boys, misteh, an 'ey's nothin'
on 'e South Side goin' 'o pass me - no,
seh. I '11 put some of 'em coffee-cullud
waitehs in a trance, 'cuz 'em suits 'ey flash
is bad-got grease-spots all down 'e front."
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" How would you like to have a suit
with silk facing on the lapels?" asked the
morning customer.
" Hush, man, hush-! Do n' get me to
dreamin'."
" I've got a dress-suit you can have if
you want it."
"Look out, man! Be caihful! Do n'
say it 'less you mean it, 'cuz 'at's jus'
what I'm needin'."
" I mean it. I had to buy a new suit a
few weeks ago. The old one 's up there
at the room, and you can have it any time
you come for it."
" Misteh, I be theah 'iss aftehnoon
ahead o' you, I p'omise you that."
"All right. I do n't know whether it
will fit you or not. I think you're a
little larger than I am."
" It's got to fit me, misteh. I need it,
an' it's got to fit me. I won' do a thing
'ith 'at ol' suit nex' Satuhday night, I
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" What is it-a rent-rag?"
" No, seh; 'e Sons an' Daughtehs o'
Estheh goin' 'o have dance at Temp'ance
Hall. I guess I won' be theah at all."
" 0, I see. You are going to execute
a social coup de main."
" I '11 be wuhse'n 'at, misteh.  I 'll
make 'em cheap waiteh's put on theah
ovehcoats an' go home."
The morning customer wrote his home
address on a card.
That evening he found Pink waiting at
the front gate.  The suit of evening
clothes, with the real silk facing on the
coat, was wrapped up in a newspaper and
handed out to the boy, who did fancy
walking steps as he went away, keeping
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a Fall
There was a strange face in the corner.
Pink was missing.
The morning customer hesitated for a
moment, and then he climbed up on the
throne and sat in the saggy arm-chair.
" Shine?" asked the new boy.
" No, I want to be manicured," replied
the morning customer.
The colored youth stood still and looked
at the man in the chair. He seemed to
be in doubt.
"Do n' you want no shine? " he asked.
" Of course I want a shine."
Pink's successor settled down on the
stool as if in a general collapse, and began
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He was tall and loose-jointed. His
color was that of coffee not yet roasted.
The forelock of his kinky hair stood up
like a steeple. Instead of a shirt he
wore a cotton sweater, which had been
white at one time. His brown coat was
short for him, and the black braid had been
worn away in places. The trousers were
a shiny black.
He went at his work slowly and solemnly. The morning customer leaned
his elbows on the arms of the chair and
studied him. Then he asked: "Where
is the boy who was here last week?"
" I dunno."
"Is he sick? "
"I dunno."
" How did you happen to get this job?"
" Well, seh, he did n' show up yes'day
mawnin'. I guess he 's fiahed."
" What's your name? "
" Edwahd Petehs."
" All right, Eddie. Will you just hurry
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a bit? Your technique is good, but your
tempo is bad."
The new boy looked up sleepily and
made no response. He toiled patiently,
but the shine which he imparted was nothing more than a dull, metallic burnish.
The morning customer passed upon him
and decided that he was tired, wobbly, and
uninteresting.
And where was Pink?
Mr. Clifford was not at the shop, so the
morning customer applied to Mr. Adams
for information. Mr. Adams, who was
chewing gum and looking at a colored
weekly, did not trouble himself to look up
when the question was addressed to him.
He smiled in fixed admiration at a noisy
cartoon and said, " The old man let him
go."
The morning customer went back to his
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when the office-boy came to the door and
said, " Colored feller wants to see you."
"A colored fellow? Who is he? What
does he want to see me about?"
"I do n't know.   He 's got one hand
wrapped up."
"Well, I can't imagine -tell him to
come in."
With hesitating steps William Pinckney
Marsh came to the doorway. His overcoat collar was turned up, and one of his
hands was bound up in a rude bandage,
which was fastened with a large safety-pin.
He had a sorrowful gaze. His eyeballs
were threaded and bloodshot.
The morning customer repressed an unfeeling inclination to laugh. He put himself on his dignity and asked: " 0, it's
you, is it, Pink?"
' Yes, seh; jus' some pieces o' me, 'at 's
all."
" Sit down."
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shook his head as if in bitterness of spirit,
and gave a gusty sigh.
" What 's this I hear about you losing
your job?" asked the morning customer.
"I 'm a good thing, misteh," said Pink,
soothing the bandaged hand.
"You do n't seem to be particularly
joyous about it. Have you had any
trouble?"
"Misteh, I ain' had nothin' else. No
use talkin', I stahted out to do too much in
one night. I stahted bold, misteh, but I
sutny got lost at 'e finish."
"Well, my time is valuable, Pink. If
you have any tale of woe, why, go ahead
with it."
"Misteh, it 'uz 'at dress-suit you give
me. I wanted to be too good, too good."
"Did you go to the ball?"
"'At's wheah I stahted faw, misteh. I
stahted all right. I wuz goin' to take 'at
Miss Lo'ena Jackson to 'e pahty of 'at
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'em cloze you give me, an' I look myse'f
oveh an' say: '0, I guess I'm  pooh.'
Yes, seh, I wuz too wahm. Stahted out
good, on'y I wanted to make flash befo'
some of'em boys 'at hangs out at Mahtin's
-yes, seh."
"Martin's being, I presume, a saloon
kept by a gentleman of your own color? "
" Yes, seh," said Pink, weakly. " I goes
in Mahtin's, an' I see Clay Walkeh an'
some mo' boys rollin' 'e bones. I go up
to Clay, an' I say: What's yo' point?'
He say: 'Nine.' I say, 'Two bits you
seven,' an' he done it. Misteh, I pick up
my two frien's an' breathe on 'em an-"
"Look here, Pink," said the morning
customer, glancing at the clock on top of
the desk, " I have n't time to follow you
through the intricacies of a crap game.
What happened? "
Misteh, 'em dice did n' have nothin'
but sevens faw me. I win eight dollahs
fast as I could pick money up. I could n'
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quit afteh I got 'at much,'not 'ithout takin'
chances. Yes, seh, I had on 'em cloze,
an' ev'ything comin' my way, an' I could n'
get 'em drinks fast enough. Gin an' honey,
'at's what I wuz throwin' in."
"Then you became intoxicated?"
"Misteh, I fawgot Miss Lo'ena Jackson
an' 'at pahty. 'Em cloze made me too
good. I wuz gamblin' 'ith race-hoss boys
an' suah-'nough spohts, an' I would n' let
no man pass me."
" How did you hurt your hand?"
" Yes, seh, 'at 's wheah gemman tried to
do me 'ith a pokeh."
"That's pleasant. And how did you
come to lose your job? "
"Misteh, I woke up 'bout ten 'clock
nex' mawnin' on a table in 'at back room
at Mahtin's."
"All your money gone, I suppose."
"Do n't ask, man; do n't ask."
"So you did n't show up for work?"
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'ey had 'notheh boy on 'e chaih. Misteh
Cliffo'd sen' me out of 'e shop, 'cuz he
say I wuz n' sobeh yet."
" I expect he was right. What are you
going to do now? Have you got another
job?"
" No, seh; I 'm sutny on 'e edge of 'at
cahpet, misteh."
"You remember what I told you about
saving your money? If you had a little
money in the bank now, you'd be all
right."
" Yes, seh, if I had some money in 'e
bank, I would n' caih so much to get
wuhk right away."
"I expect not. There 's no need of
working as long as you have a cent anywhere on earth. Well, what are you going to do?"
"Misteh, I want to write letteh to
Misteh Cliffo'd, an' say 'at if he'll put me
back on 'e chaih, I '11 sutny conduc' myse'f
as gemman should in a bahbeh-shop."
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" Yes, - and what else do you want to
tell him? "
" Yes, seh, I say to tell Misteh Cliffo'd
'at I 'm a man among men, an' neveh inten' to do no pusson no hahm, and if he
hiahs me back in 'at shop I '11 sutny g'antee to conduc' myse'f sa'sfacto'y."
" All right."
The morning customer touched a pushbutton, and a young woman came in from
the outer room with a book in her hand.
"Take this," said he, and after the
young woman had seated herself he dictated as follows:
MR. CLIFFORD-Dear Sir: "CTo err is
human; to forgive, divine."  Your petitioner
beseeches you from a contrite heart to forgive
and forget his recent wandering from the straight
and narrow path. He admits that, as a result
of circumstances which cannot be set forth in
this connection, he partook too freely of alcoholic stimulants, and thereby rendered himself
incapable of appearing at your establishment at
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the customary hour to assume the duties allotted
to him. Mr. Clifford, remember what the
poet says: "Judge not, but rather in your
heart let gentle pity dwell."
I am a man among men, and if you should
deem it advisable to reinstate me in the responsible position which I held in your tonsorial
apartments, I can assure you that I will so conduct myself as to promote your business interests and bring the glad flush of pleasure to the
cheek of your most fastidious patron.  Do not
condemn a young man for all time because of
one offense. Never before, during my entire
occupancy of the position at your establishment,
did I forget the ancient glory of my race or my
own standing as an Afro-American, and allow
myself to fall into the clutches of the rum fiend.
Now that I have come to a new realization of
the scriptural line, " At the last it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder," I am fully
determined to abstain from all spirituous, vinous
or malt intoxicating liquors, and especially gin
and honey.
I am credibly informed that the gentleman
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ing a pitiable attempt to win the favor of the
public, is not an artist of any standing, and
that his work has been the subject of severe
criticism. Therefore, I humbly request that
the past be forgotten, and that we soon resume those relations which were productive
of pleasure to me and, I am quite sure, of some
pecuniary profit to you. I have the extreme
honor to subscribe myself, very truly and affectionately,
" Now, when she gets that written out,
you can sign it," said the morning customer.
Pink had been listening to the dictation
with such consuming interest that his
eyes were set and staring, and his lower
lip hung down and out like a drooping red
petal.   When    the  morning  customer
spoke to him he blinked and shook his
head slowly as if he were' coming out of
heavy slumber.
" If 'at letteh do n' put me back, it jus'
means I can't be put, 'at 's all," said he.




On the Relative Merits of Great
Contemporaries
Three days after the dictation of the
letter, the morning customer received a
postal-card which read as follows:
Yore letter got me my job back. Old cusstomers always welcom. Yours truely,
WILLIAM PINCKNEY MARSH.
He laughed, and sent the card out to his
stenographer.
Next morning he did not go to Mr.
Clifford's shop.  He knew  that if he
seemed over-willing to promote an intimacy, Pink would no longer hold him in
awe.
On the second morning he went to the
shop. Pink arose from the corner smiling
expectantly, but the morning customer responded with a conservative nod, and
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climbed into the chair without speaking.
He knew that if he encouraged familiarity
at this crisis, he might lose his place as an
oracle, and certainly he would cease to be
a height.
Pink was somewhat abashed by the coolness of his patron. He went to work
quietly, and after a while he said: " Well,
seh, I 'm back heah."
" So I see. I trust it is with the determination to make amends for the past."
" You know me, misteh. Jus' watch
me lay low."
" You and Mr. Clifford are once more
on friendly terms?"
" My goodness, misteh, jus' like brothehs. Yes, seh, Misteh Cliffo'd say I can
have 'iss job jus' long as I keep sobeh.
Drink it, misteh? Huh-uh! ' Come on,
Pink, an' have someping.' ' No, seh, 'at
stuff used me wrong-don' wan' no mo'
of 'at.'"
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" Hush, misteh! 'At's bad-bad! Gin
an' honey's bad, misteh. It is sutny
smooth bev'age, but it hahms you jus' like
'at five-cent whisky. Ain' got no claws
while it's goin' down, misteh, but you get
it to wuhkin', an' you want to get right out
an' fight yo' own fam'ly. Don' do thing
to you, no, seh."
"When did you get back here?"
"Day befo' yes'day mawnin', misteh.
'At letteh you got up faw me fix it 'ith
Misteh Cliffo'd. My goodness, 'at 'uz a
wahm boy, suah! Some of 'em wuhds
you tossed into Misteh Cliffo'd neveh
come out o' no small book, no, seh. 'Em
'uz 'e real tomolleys. Some of 'em too
good f' Misteh Cliffo'd, an' he kind o'
guesses 'at he 's 'e real thing, too."
Just then there was an outbreak at the
other end of the room. The barber with
the white tie was waving paper money and
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peared to be in a scornful mood. He
walked toward his own chair and made a
side remark, to the effect that it was a
" bluff."  Thereupon the barber with the
white tie laughed defiantly and put the
money back into his pocket.
" What 's the matter with those gentlemen? " asked the morning customer.
" Do n't you know what 'at is? 'Em
wise boys is settlin' 'at fight next week.
Yes, seh, 'ey been bettin' jus' like 'at all
day yes'day an' to-day, an' I ain't seen no
money go up yet. 'Em boys is full o'
spohtin' blood."
" Well, what do you think of the fight
yourself? "
" Misteh, it's bet'een two of 'em cheap
white fightehs, an' it do n' make no diff'ence who wins. S'pose Misteh Cliffo'd
knock out Misteh Adams-'at do n' show
nothin'. It's jus' like goin' into 'at sideshow an' thinkin' you see 'e real suhcus."
' What do you mean by that?"
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" You know well 'nough what I mean,
misteh - man like you 'at reads all 'bout
'ese boys in 'e papehs. I mean 'ey's one
ol' boy 'at can jus' fold 'em up an' lay 'em
away as fast as you hand 'em to him, yes,
seh."
"Do you mean Sullivan?"
"Listen to you talk! No, seh! I
do n' mean no John L. I mean 'e
wahmest one at eveh wuz-Peteh Jackson."
" 0, Peter Jackson? He was a good
man."
"Make it betteh 'n good, misteh; make
it strongeh.  He 'uz 'at ol' teacheh,
Peteh wuz, an' all 'em otheh boys had to
go to school to 'im. Any time ol' Peteh
get licked, all 'em cullud boys 'long
Ahmoh Av'nue an' Deahbohn Street sutny
goin' 'o stahve.  Anybody goin' 'o do
Peteh betteh get razah an' a gun."
"I was under the impression that he
and Corbett fought a draw once."
"Look heah, misteh!    Do n't you
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know 'bout 'at draw? Peteh had his leg
broke an' could n' get at Misteh Cawbett.
Peteh eveh ketch up 'ith 'at pompado' boy
- all off, suah! Peteh eveh push Misteh
Cawbett 'ith one of 'em big black hamsMisteh Cawbett would n' be lookin' f'
no fight 'ith Mr. Fitz now, no, seh. He'd
jus' 'bout be gettin' out of 'at hospital."
" Oh, I think you 're prejudiced in favor
of Peter on account of his color. He's
out of it now."
"Well, seh, if he is out of it 'at's
mighty good thing faw some of 'ese boy
fightehs. 'Cuz if Peteh eveh comes back
'iss way, somebody has sutny got to be eat,
yes, seh! "
" Did you ever see Peter? "
" Hush, man! Did I? I took a drink
'ith Misteh Peteh Jackson one day down
at Johnson's. You see Peteh walk into
'at place an' ev'y Pullman po'teh an'
lunch-room boy jus' drop down on his
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buckle - say, misteh! 01' Will Ahbuckle he spah 'ith cullud fellow f'om
Milwaukee oveh heah on 'e lake front
one night,an' he got it all fixed 'ith himse'f
'at he wuz suah-nough p'ize fighteh. One
day he wuz stan'in at 'e bah in Johnson's
tellin' a lot of 'em cheap yellow boys how
to get in 'ith 'at knock-out. My goodness, misteh, he wuz makin' all 'em sassy
swings an' uppeh-cuts - oh, he wuz good!
All o' sudden 'em boys' eyes kind o' bug
out an' some one say: ' Look out, Will,
'at's him now.' ' Who is it?' ol' Will
hollehs, swingin' round - bad, you know.
Somebody tol' him it wuz Peteh Jackson.
My goodness, misteh, you jus' ought to
seen - tuhned kind o' white, suah. He
neveh said 'notheh wuhd all 'e time Misteh
Peteh Jackson 'uz theah. He jus' kep'
still an' give him 'at eye. Oscah Jones
says Will neveh did get to be as black
agen as he wuz 'at day Peteh walked
in."
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" So you're not taking much interest
in this coming fight?"
" Jus' side-show, misteh, 'at 's all. Can't
have no suah-'nough p'ize fight 'ithout ol'
Peteh bein' theah. Co'se Gawge Dixon's
puhty wahm boy, an' 'at Misteh Joe
Woolcott ain't so cold, but 'ey 's on'y one
hot baby, misteh, an' 'at 's Misteh Peteh
Jackson f'om Aust'alia."
"You seem to think that the AfroAmericans are invincible."
"How's 'at, misteh?"
"I say, you seem to think that a colored
man can't be defeated."
" On'y way to lick cullud man, misteh,
is to ketch him on 'e shin."
" On the shin? Does that hurt?"
"Huht, man? My goodness! You
see Polk Street coppeh takin' in one of 'em
bad boys f'om 'e levee - he do n't hit him
on no head. He jus' rap him one 'cross
'e shin an' 'at cullud boy lay down an'
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sutny can't stan' nothin' on his shin. I
see cullud boy f'om Palmeh House put
on 'e gloves one night 'ith white fellow
down heah at Batte'y D, misteh.  'At
white man he pound 'at cullud boy on 'e
head till his knuckles all broke, an' 'e
cullud boy kep' on comin' back an' askin'
faw mo'. 'En when 'at ref'ee wuz n'
lookin', 'at white man spiked 'e cullud boy
on 'e shin. Misteh, he could n' get 'em
gloves off soon 'nough.   Yes, seh,
misteh, you eveh have any trouble 'ith a
cullud boy, you get up as neah to him as
you can an' say,' 'At's all right, seh, we
do n' want no ahgament,' an' 'en you get
in hot one on his shin befo' he has time to
reach f' anything. You got him licked,
suah."
"Well, that 's very interesting, but I
do n't expect to have any altercations with
colored men."
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State street cah an' set down in yo' lap an'
you got to notice him. You jus' got to
do it."
The morning customer made no response. In a few moments Pink looked
up and said:
" Misteh, ah yo' too busy mos' all time
to get me up 'notheh letteh?"
" Who is it this time? "
"Yes, seh; 'at lady I tol' you 'bout one
day heah."
"I remember. What was her name?"
"Miss Lo'ena Jackson."
"No relation to Peter, eh?"
"No, seh, but she 's jus' as wahm."
"This is the girl who expected you to
buy a bicycle for her."
"'At's 'e one, misteh. She's been
ridin' 'at wheel ev'y night 'iss winteh
while she wuz 'sleep. I kind o' queeah
myse'f 'ith Lo'ena 'at night I wuz goin' 'o
take huh to 'at pahty of 'em Sons an'
Daughtehs 'o Estheh.  No use talkin';
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I need one of 'em hot lettehs to squaih it.
I need it bad. If you jus' want to get up
someping 'at '1 fix 'at lady, w'y, you
know me, seh. I 'm a pusson 'at 'peciates
any good deed done to me, an' I show any
consid'ation possible."
"I '11 think it over," said the morning
customer, dryly. "I think it 's best to
keep you on probation for a while."
"Well, seh, you know me, seh," said
Pink, as the morning customer arose.
"I gen'ally try to be man among men,
and you '11 find 'at my p'obation is sutny
all right. Good mawnin', seh."




On Man's Love of Power and
Dominion
Now, although the morning customer
did not aspire to become private secretary
to Pink, combining the duties of that office
with his continuous task as oracle, he felt
it to be his bounden duty to compose a
letter to Miss Lorena Jackson. He did
not attempt to excuse Pink's conduct on
the night of the reception given by the
Sons and Daughters of Esther, and he
admitted to himself that Pink had practiced a confidence game on Miss Jackson
by his implied promise to give her a
bicycle.  Pink was not worthy, that
seemed certain, and yet the morning
customer forgave him, in that easy charity
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pared a letter, and when he had concluded
it, he smiled brightly to himself, for he believed the letter to be one of the best
things he had written.
At the barber-shop he passed the solicitous Mr. Clifford and his associates, and
climbed to the throne, where he waited.
" Can you tell me about the gentleman
in charge of this department? " he asked.
" Pink! " shouted Mr. Adams.
" Yes, seh; right heah, seh," came a
voice from behind the morning customer,
and Pink emerged from the corner pocket,
and with his head far back looked at the
morning customer from under wavering
eyelids.
" You want to keep awake, there," said
Mr. Adams very sternly.
Yes, seh," replied Pink meekly, with a
concealed grin. " Good mawnin', misteh."
" Good morning, Mr. Marsh. Have
you got time to do a little something to
these shoes? "
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"Have I got time? Well, you know
me, misteh. I ain't heah to ovehlook no
friend o' mine, no, seh."
He seated himself in front of the shoe
on the foot-rest and asked in a low tone:
" You heah Misteh Adams make 'at wahm
crack at me? "
" Yes; he seems to be full of authority
this morning."
"All of 'em, misteh; ev'y one of 'em
thinks he 's got to call off f' me, o' else I
jus' could n' get along. Misteh Cliffo'd,
he's boss; Misteh Adams, he 's sup'ntenden'; Misteh Bahclay, he's manageh, an'
'at new bahbeh, he 's fo'man. Yes, seh;
I 'm wuhkin' faw fo' men heah. Misteh
Adams got to get back at somebody 'cuz
his wife sutny got him tame down. W'y,
Mis' Adams come down heah 'bout twice
a week an' shake Misteh Adams down f'
ev'y cent he 's got. Yes, seh; when she
gets th'ough 'ith him he's so clean he
don' need to take no bath faw month. Yes,
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seh; he see huh comin' down 'em staihs
an' he kind o' tuhns pale an' stahts in to
hunt faw what he's got. She won't even
leave him no pinch o' change f cah faih.
He got to touch Misteh Cliffo'd to get
home. 'At's a fac'."
" Well, every man likes to give orders
to some one."
" Suah thing, misteh. I do n' caih what
'ese bahbehs say to me. I jus' want to
stay heah till 'em green leaves come out,
an' 'en I 'm goin' 'o get a chaih o' my own
somewheahs. I sutny do n' like to split
my good coin 'ith no white man."
" Well, as I've told you a dozen times,
if you want to get into business for yourself, you must begin and save your money."
"Yes, seh; jus' you watch me. If
ev'ything comes good, misteh, 'long 'bout
nex' August I '11 be eatin' watehmelon an'
smokin' cigahs when 'em white bahbehs
is settin' 'round heah fightin' flies."
"'Hope springs eternal in the human
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breast; man never is, but always to be,
blest,'" observed the morning customer.
" 0, I guess 'at 's pooh, ain't it? 'At 's
bad writin'. Gi' me to me agen, misteh.
'At's one I want to pass to ol' Gawge
Lippincott."
"You look it up yourself. You can
find it in any book of poetry."
" Hush, man! I know who wrote 'at,
an' you can't make me believe nothin' else
-no, seh."
"Well, who wrote it?"
"Misteh, I know who done it. You
done it, yo'se'f-ain't 'at so? "
" How did you suspect it? " asked the
morning customer, laughing.
" Misteh, you can't fool me all 'e time.
On'y man could do it. What is it' Hope in 'e human breast'? Goodness,
if I could jus' toss off few like 'at I 'd
have some of 'em State Street rascals
jumpin' out of 'e windows."
"Speaking of your social affiliations,
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have you succeeded as yet in effecting a
reconciliation with Miss Jackson?"
Pink looked up, and his big eyes were
blinking gravely. But the morning customer kept a straight face. It served his
purpose to remain calm and unconcerned
when he was hurling these big words.
Pink chuckled away down in his lungs
as he folded the flannel.
"'At Miss Lo'ena Jackson use me jus'
like man she neveh seen. I passed huh on
'e street otheh day, an' she begin' lookin'
f' some one at secon' sto'y window. She
kep' lookin' at 'e window, an' neveh see
me at all-jus' gi' me 'at 'brush-by' sign,
an' no mo'. When it comes to playin'
faw huh, misteh, I 'm jus' a deuce in a
duhty deck-'at's all."
" Do you think you could reinstate yourself in her affections if you were to write
to her? "
"Misteh, she's keen. Yes, seh, she's
took a lot of 'at co'n f'om 'em cullud boys,
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an' she's beginnin' to give ev'y man 'at
bad look when he tells huh how good she
is. Misteh, you can't feed it to 'em f'eveh. No, seh, 'ey sutny get wise afteh
while."
" Did n't you say you wanted me to get
up a letter to send to her?"
" Misteh, I tell you one thing-if I eveh
land 'at baby back on 'e resehvation I jus'
got to have one of 'em wahm lettehs like
you sent to Misteh Cliffo'd. No talk 'at I
can swing is eveh goin' 'o move 'at lady;
no, seh."
" Well, I '11 tell you, Pink, I have concocted an epistle here which may act as a
solvent on her heart. I'11 read it to you,
and if you think it's all right, you can
send it."
" All right, misteh? All right? It jus'
could n' he'p but be all right. Watch out
faw 'em white bahbehs. If 'ey see you
readin' 'at, ev'y one of 'em's goin' 'o rubbeh, suah."
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"You do n't want them to hear it, eh? "
"Goodness, misteh!   I should say not.
I got trouble 'nough heah now 'ithout
havin' all 'ese smaht boys askin' me 'bout
'at guhl ev'y ten minutes."
" All right. I '11 read it low. Are you
ready?"
" Misteh, I can't heah it too soon."
The morning customer made sure that
the barbers were out of hearing distance.
They were bunched at the other end of
the room, talking about things to eat.
He leaned over and read, and during
the reading Pink was so absorbed that he
simply rubbed the shoe in a slow and
absent-minded way.
"I To Miss Jackson, the Hebe of her Sex.
" My Dearest Miss Jackson: Seated here today, in my boudoir, my thoughts revert to these
beautiful lines:
" 'You may break, you may shatter
The vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses
Will cling round it still.'
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" You may project me into ethereal space,
Miss Jackson, but you cannot induce me to
forget those whilom hours when you and I were
wont to
" '* * * breathe out the tale
Beneath the milk-white thorn.'
"I have been meditating to-day upon the
cruelties of Fate. Only a few days ago we
were bound together by the reciprocal bonds of
Love's young dream. To-day you scorn the
sable Lothario who, figuratively speaking, prostrates himself at the shrine of Beauty and begs
the slight meed of forgiveness, even if he can
never again bask in the dazzling effulgence of
your incandescent society. Something tells me
that a dark cloud has come between us.  Who
can it be that would seek to uproot the budding
tendrils of Platonic love and plant in place
thereof the noxious weeds of venomous hatred?
Surely these words will convey to your susceptible woman's heart some approximate conception of the mental anguish which racks my sturdy
frame.  The birds, sweet harbingers of spring,
will soon be disporting themselves in the trees,
ever and anon bursting forth into joyous melody.
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" Come, gentle spring,
Ethereal mildness, come.'
'"In fancy I had pictured many glad days
during this period of the earth's awakening. I
had thought that we would go forth beside the
babbling brook and listen to the soughing wind
whisper its message to our eager souls.  I
await a token which will bring me, palpitating with love, to make amends for all the sad
and bitter past.  I beg to subscribe myself,
very apologetically,"
Pink made motions with his hands, as
if he were recovering consciousness.
" 'At's 'e wahmest eveh!' he exclaimed.
"Misteh, you send 'at to Miss Lo'ena
Jackson an' she '11 be wuhkin' on it a yeah
f'om now. Yes, seh, she '11 be settin' up
nights spellin' out 'em long ones."
"You will observe that I said nothing
about your being intoxicated on the night
when you should have taken her to the
party," said the morning customer, folding
the letter.
"0, I guess you ain't wise, neetheh
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Misteh, I neveh could n' 'splain to huh
'bout 'at night I got good on gin an' honey.
You done right. Jus' let 'at go. Wait '11
she gets 'at letteh. My goodness, misteh!
She'll be waitin' out on 'em cah tracks
faw me to get home."
Pink took hold of the letter as if it were
an explosive. He promised to mail it
immediately.




On Revenge
" Misteh, I'm a good ol wagon, but I
done broke down, jus' like it says in 'at
song," began Pink Marsh.
" What 's the matter now? "
"You know 'at letteh you got up faw
me to sen' to Miss Lo'ena Jackson."
" Yes. Did you send it? "
("'At's what I done, misteh, an' it was
too good. Yes, seh, it was so high she
could n' reach it."
" You seemed to think that letter was
going to placate her."
" Yes, seh, I kind o' s'posed she 'uz
wahm enough to 'peciate suah-thing letteh,
but I'm tellin' you she don' know yet
what 'at letteh's about. I'm done 'ith 'at
lady. She mus' n' come neah me no mo'. I
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jus' hope huh an" 'at Gawge Lippincott gets
mah'ied, 'cuz I can see him out stealin' coal
right now. 'At Gawge Lippincott wants
to keep in nights, too, misteh. Ev'y night
he wants to lock 'e dooh an' go to bed,
'cuz I tell you he ain't safe. If he eveh
gets on 'e same street 'ith me, I 'm li'ble to
cloud up an' rain on him. Yes, seh, people
be pickin' up dahk meat all oveh 'e South
Side."
"Well, well, you are warlike this morning."
" He 's 'e one 'at done it, misteh. He
tol' huh ev'ything he knows 'bout me. Yes,
seh, he 's been knockin' good an' plenty,
an' if he ain't caihful I 'l fly down an'
bite a piece out o' him. When I get
th'ough 'ith him, people come up an' say,
' My goodness, 'at ain't Gawge Lippincott,' an' 'en 'ey all go to lookin' faw his
face."
" Well, I hope it will not be as serious
as that," said the morning customer.
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" What's the matter?  Didn't the girl
answer the letter? "
" Yes, seh, misteh; she sent answeh, an'
she did n' do thing to Misteh William
Pinckney Mahsh, neetheh. W'y, misteh,
I could read Gawge Lippincott in 'at letteh jus' same as if his pickchah on it. Yes,
seh, misteh, 'ey '11 be a fune'al on Ahmoh
Av'nue, an' ol' Gawge Lippincott won't
heah no music. 'At's right, seh. I'm
a man among men, an' when any punkincullud houn' goes suhculatin' 'roun' spoilin'
my cha'cteh, his friends want to begin
speakin' faw caih'ages right away,'cuz'ey
got to make a trip to 'at graveyahd, suah."
" What did she say in the letter? "
Pink turned around to see if the white
barbers were watching him, and then he
drew a crumpled envelope from his hip
pocket and passed it up to the morning
customer.
The letter had been written with pencil
and was blurred and smeary, but the
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morning customer made it out to be as
follows:
" MR. MARSH, ESQ. Dear Sir: Probly
you think you can cause me to feel diferent
about the eve when you was to be my company
at the ball which is not so. Oh I think you
had better try to write one more letter and then
stop it is not because I wanted to go with you
as it is not the case you know that I have
gentelmen friends who do not get so drunk
when they are to take you that evry one hears
about it Ha, Ha, so you see I know a sertain
persen said Oh why do you waist a z cent
stamp on him but I said to let him know he
ain't so smart after all. Yours truely,
" LORENA JACKSON.'
When the morning customer had finished reading, he shook his head, choked
down an inclination to laugh, and said:
"Well, Pink, she is certainly a wonder."
Pink looked up and caught the morning
customer grinning, and then he began to
laugh.
"Misteh, 'at guhl ain' got no mo'
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ej'cation 'an 'at stove oveh theah," he
said.  "She can jus' put on one of
'em regulah Mis' Potteh Palmeh fronts
when it comes to settin' up an' talkin',
but when you make huh put it down on
papeh, w'y, you got 'uh lost, suah. 'Em
wuhds ain't right, ah they, misteh?"
"Some of them might be improved
upon."
" Look at 'at letteh! Looks like some
one been th'owin' coal dust at 'e papeh."
" She certainly conveys the impression
that you are persona non grata."
" 0, man! 'At's a new one, suah!
'At's faw'eign, ain't it? Wha' 's 'e defmition?"
" Well, it means that you 're not in it."
"'At's right, misteh.  I might jus'
well teah up my tickets now, but I 'm
goin' o' be good loseh. I make no holleh,
misteh. She 'uz neveh mo 'n thuhty to
one shot noways, an' I on'y played couple
o' dollahs on 'uh."
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" You never gave her that bicycle you
promised, then, did you? "
Pink stopped work and spluttered with
mirth. Then he said: "Misteh, it ain' no
good way to do. It ain't right to fool 'em
at way, no, seh. Lo'ena lose huh wheel
now, suah. I '11 have to use 'at bike sto'y
on some otheh lady. Lo'ena ain't 'e on'y
good thing on Deahbohn Street. 'Ey'11
be many a wahm child standin' at 'e front
gate an' waitin' f' Misteh Mahsh nex'
summeh. I'm like 'at boy in 'e oct'oon
show. ' All coons looks alike to me.'"
"' Oh, yes, that's a song. I think I 've
heard it."
" Yes, an' 'at's a pooh one, too. 'At's
bad. Le's see-' 0, all '-no, 'at's too
high.  ' All coons looks' -'at 's 'bout
right."
With his eyes dreamily half-closed, Pink
sang as follows, using the soft pedal:
" All a-coons looks alike to me;
I got a new beau, you see,
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An' he's-a jus' as good to me
As you, niggeh, eveh daihed to be,
He 's sutny a-good to me;
He spen's his-a money free.
I do n' like you a-nohow;
All-a coons looks alike to me."
"You have quite a voice," said the
morning customer.
" Hush, misteh, you did n' know I belong to'at Elect'ic Quahtette. My goodness! Me an' Grant Williams an' Oscah
Wellington an' Fred Bahnett. Oh-h-h,
when we hit 'at sassy chohd in ' Ev'nin'
by Moonlight,' wheah it comes, 'Ey would
set all night an' listen-n-n-n '-I guess 'at's
bad. We get in a minoh 'at 'd coax a
buhd out of a cage. You ought to see
Fred use 'at guitah. Yes, seh, he sutny
does things to it. Yes, seh, we sung in 'e
campaign-on'y one night we got too fah
west. Cullud man got no business goin'
on otheh side of 'e riveh. We all went
oveh to meetin' on 'e Wes' Side an' sing
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'em wahm 'publican songs, an' we 'uz
good. We did n' think it, misteh-we
knowed it. We knowed 'ey wuz none
betteh. Jus' we come out, misteh, bing!
brickbat right th'ough ol' Fred Bahnett's
guitah. Mo 'n a thousan' Iishmen afteh
us, misteh; 'at's right. You talk 'bout
cullud men havin' bad feet; you ought to
see us run 'at night-Mahsh in 'e lead,
Wellington close secon', Williams and
Bahnett neck-an'-neck, two lengths behind. We broke all recohds-we had to
do it. You think 'ey eveh get us back
on 'e Wes' Side? Huh-uh! We know
ouah business."
" You've got as much right over there
as any one has."
" Co'se! Suah! But we ain' goin'
oveh no mo' when 'em people's all het up
'bout pol'tics. 'At's like 'e cullud man
oveh in 'e jail. His lawyeh comes in to
see him, an' he says to 'e cullud man,
'Ey can't put you in jail faw what you
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done,' an' 'e cullud man says, 'I know'ey
can't, Misteh Lawyeh, but I'm in heah
jus' 'e same.' 'At 's 'e way 'ith us,
misteh. We got mo' rights 'an anybody,
but it sutny ain't safe to use 'em."




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On Independence in Politics
About a week after the morning customer had read the letter from Miss Lorena Jackson, he made another visit to Mr.
Clifford's shop.  Pink was very happy
and explained that as soon as he had paid
off a few small debts he expected to open
an account in a savings bank. When he
had finished cleaning the morning customer's shoes, preparatory to spreading the
first layer of dressing, a tall negro came
down the stairway and put his head in at
the door.
" Misteh Mahsh heah? " he asked.
Mr. Clifford, the potentate of the shop,
was rubbing a quinine tonic into the thin
fuzz belonging to a fat man whose jowls
lapped down on the napkin and whose
eyes were wide open from the zest of the
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occasion. At brief intervals he groaned
with enjoyment, for it is a fact that having
one's head rubbed is a pure and noble
pleasure on which the gods have set no
high price. Between these groans the fat
man advanced his views on the subject of
tariff legislation.  Every opinion  was
warmly seconded by Mr. Clifford, who
was fully able to think tariff and rub the
fat man's head, both at the same time.
The interruption of the tariff discussion
seemed to annoy Mr. Clifford. He did
not condescend to answer the question put
to him. He simply made an inclination
of the head toward the remote corner in
which Pink and the morning customer
were having their quiet session.
"Good mawning, Pink,"said the visitor,
advancing briskly, and trailing a small
bamboo cane on the floor.
" How do, Gawge," replied Pink, as he
looked up at the visitor, and then, through
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PINK MARSH


the happiness of Afro-American souls,
both of them began to shake with laughter.
The so-called " Gawge" was rather
tan-colored. A small allotment of freckles
gave his face a rusty tinge, while the kinks
of his hair and mustache were touched
with auburn. He wore a high stiff hat
with a narrow rim, a suit of navy blue,
which had become spotted black here and
there by usage, and the morning customer
made particular note of his scarfpin, which
was a large owl's head, carved of bone and
having knobby glass eyes.
" I s'pose you know 'bout ouah goin' to
puhfeck an ohganization to-night," said
" Gawge."
"'At meetin', you mean? " asked Pink.
"It's 'specially desiahed by Misteh
Milleh 'at we get a good 'tendance at McCahty's Hall to-night. You be suah an'
come an' exuht yo' infloonce to get all 'e
boys out. It's goin' to be called 'Milleh
In'epen'en' Cullud Votehs League.' I 'm
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sec'eta'y, an' nachu'lly I feel 'sponsible.
Misteh Milleh re'lizes ouah infloonce an'
he's goin' to be ve'y lib'al."
"Yes, seh, Gawge, I '11 be on hand."
"Well, I got to be goin' oveh county
buildin' an' see a gem'man.  Smoke a
cigah, Pink? "
So saying, " Gawge " drew a very pale
cigar from his pocket and handed it to
Pink, and then he went out, still trailing
his cane over the tiling.
"Who's that- a friend of yours?"
asked the morning customer.
" Who, him? He's 'e boy 'at stahted
pol'tics. He 's 'e one 'at says who is an'
who ain't. Did you kind o' notice how
he flash in an' flash out? He knows mo'
'bout pol'tics 'an Gen'al Grant eveh did.
When ol' Gawge dies 'ey won't be no mo'
pol'tics, no seh."
" What's his name?"
"'At's 'e on'y Gawge 'at eveh happened - Gawge Lippincott."
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" George Lippincott? Why, he's the
man you were going to kill, is n' he?"
" Look at him, misteh. I could n' kill
good thing like 'at."
" Why, it was n't a week ago that you~
told me that the first time you saw him
you intended to annihilate him - simply
slaughter him in cold blood."
Pink chuckled aloud and wagged his
head knowingly. " Mus n' kill Gawge
now," he said. " We both eatin' out of
'e same pan, yes, seh. I 'uz goin' 'o do
Gawge mo' hahm 'an any man eveh had
done to him, but 's no use now, misteh.
Gawge is wheah I am now. 'At Lo'ena
Jackson toss him a mile higheh 'an she
give it to me. She got a new face in 'e
pahlah now, suah.   Gawge an' me 's
shahpenin' razahs on 'e same hone 'iss
week. Hen'y Clahk's 'e man 'at 's got
to be took off 'e map. He's 'e hot papa
oveh at Lo'ena's house 'iss week."


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'" Do you mean to say that Mr. Lippincott has received his conge?"
" No, seh, I do n' know 'bout no conjay, but he sutny got 'e mahble h'aht fom
little Miss Lo'ena. She can' no mo' see
wheah he comes in now an' if he 'd neveh
been. Yes, seh, she fawgets wheah she
met him. She do n't even know his name.
W'y, misteh, if me an' ol' Gawge go up
'e street togetheh an' she meet us, she
say, ' My goodness! Town 's jus' full o'
strangehs to-day.' 'At's how well she
likes us, misteh."
" How did Mr. Lippincott happen to
lose his standing? "
" Hen'y Clahk done it. Hen'y 's swell
lookeh an' got a con talk 'at 'd win most
any lady. He 's po'teh on Pullman cah,
an' he jus' land in heah otheh day f'om
long piece o' wuhk in p'ivate cah-been
way out West. You know, misteh, pahty
o' white gem'men out in cab 'at way gen'ally ve'y lib'al 'ith a po'teh 'at knows how
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to use 'em. I guess Hen'y ain't smooth
o' nothin', neetheh! Goodness, misteh,
he can brush a man an' bow an' say ' Ev'ything sa'sfacto'y, seh?' an' 'e man jus' got
to hand him money. Pahty out two o'
three weeks like 'at, an' when 'ey come in
ev'y gem'man give 'e po'teh much as
five o' ten dollahs 'piece. 01' Hen'y land
in heah 'ith a roll 'at made me an' Gawge
Lippincott look like a couple o' dahk lobstehs. Money in ev'y pocket, misteh;
p'fume'y on his cloze, an' smokin' 'at long
kind 'at you neveh get f' no nickel-no,
seh. He meet Lo'ena an' say, 'Miss
Jackson, may I espec' 'e honah of givin'
you some soda-wateh? ' o' someping like 'at,
an' 'en he flash 'at bundle o' papeh money.
Oh-h-h-h, I guess not! I s'pose she did n'
nail him! Wha' d' you s'pose, misteh?
01' Hen'y loosens up an' buys huh watch.
Gawge Lippincott go 'round 'at ev'nin' to
see huh, an' she send out wuhd 'at if he
do n' go 'way she '11 set 'e dogs on him.
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Gawge can feed 'em nice talk, misteh, but
he sutny went into 'e fence soon as
Hen'y showed up an' begin to make good
'ith his coin. Lo'ena's like all of 'em, misteh; she's lookin' faw 'e boy 'at '11 let go
f' theatehs an' jew'lery. When Hen'y
give up 'at gol' watch, 'at 'uz when Gawge
Lippincott splosh into 'e mud. He'll
luhn, misteh, he '11 luhn. I'm jus' waitin'
faw Hen'y Clahk's finish now. Jus' soon
as he uses las' strippeh of 'at roll an' do n'
put up nothin' 'cept sayin' how he loves
huh, she '11 find out 'at he ain't propeh
comp'ny, an' ol' Hen'y'11 be out on 'e
road makin' up loweh seven and guessin'
why."
"I 'm afraid you're a pessimist as regards the gentle sex."
"I 'm  wuhse 'an 'at, misteh. I'm
an Ind'an on 'iss heah guhl game. I won't
stan' f' nothin' no mo'."
"Well, I must say that you and Mr.
Lippincott are bearing up very bravely
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under your affliction.  Mr. Lippincott
seems to be finding surcease from his grief
in the exciting field of politics."
"Misteh, I wish you'd used someping
like 'at when Gawge 'uz in heah. Gawge
thinks he's ve'y strong on 'em big wuhds,
an' I jus' like to steeh him 'genst some
one 'at could make him look foolish. Did
you heah 'e kind he 'uz passin' to me in
heah?"
"Yes, he seemed to be quite a talker."
"He's a wahm talkeh, an' 'at's all he
can do, misteh. Gawge thinks he's 'e
whole thing in pol'tics out in ouah wahd,
an' nobody likes to wake him up. He 's
goin' 'o make Gus Milleh aldehman'at's what he told Misteh Milleh, an' Misteh Milleh he thinks 'at Gawge got 'e
whole cullud vote inside of 'at blue vest.
I know betteh. If Gus Milleh wants to
land me he betteh come an' see me himse'f. What he does faw ol' Gawge Lippincott ain't helpin' me none-no, seh.
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Cullud man's 'e real thing 'long 'bout
spring 'lection, an' any man 'at gets me to
holle'in' faw him has sutny got to use me
good. Gawge Lippincott do n't own nobody but himse'f. I '11 smoke ol' Gawge's
cigars 'at Gus Milleh pays faw, but when
it comes to castin' my ballot, seh, as an
Ameh'can cit'zen, Gawge Lippincott an'
no otheh cullud man goin' 'o tell me how
to vote-no, seh. I 'm faw any man 'at
does 'e most faw me-yes, seh."




On the Selection of Apparel
" 0, man! I guess you picked 'at out o'
some ash-bah'el!" exclaimed Pink Marsh
as the morning customer seated himself on
the throne and spread the new spring overcoat so that he would not sit on it.
"What are you talking about?    0,
I see - the coat. Is it all right?"
" No, seh, it's bad -all ragged 'roun'
'e edges, do n't fit in back. 'At 's a pooh
coat. Goodness! Do n' eveh take it off
when yo' in heah, 'cuz if you do, you lose
it to me. I jus' need one of 'em shawt
cream-cullud boys to make me good. I
do n't steal, misteh, but I sutny could use
'at coat."
"Well, I'm   glad you like it.  It's
always a satisfaction to have one 's dress
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approved by a gentleman of taste and discrimination."
"Hush, man, do n't lift me too high.
It ain't ev'y cullud boy 'at gets 'at lang'age
used on him, is it?"
"No, sir, that is a special eulogium."
"I jus' see 'at one when it go past me.
'Logeum' - 'logeum' - misteh, you got a
new one to toss at me ev'y time you come
in heah, an' none of 'em ain't so wuhse.
'At's a fact, seh. Some is wahmeh 'an
othehs, but ev'y one of 'em smokes."
" That is very kind of you to say so."
"I guess you do n' know how to use
cullud pusson good, neetheh.   W'y,
misteh, some days afteh you come in heah
an' give me 'at kind o' convehsation, I feel
'at if I had mo' ej'cation I would n' be
rubbin' no man's shoes, no, seh. I'd be
lawyeh o' someping like 'at."
" Well, do n't you worry too much.
You're probably doing more business than
half of the lawyers."
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" 'At's all right, misteh, but I 'd like to
be one of 'em boys 'at gets up an' says,
' Misteh judge an' gem'men of 'iss ju'y,
it is p'ivilege faw me to 'peciate yo' 'tention in regahds to 'iss subjec' an' to-"
" Well, do n't forget that you are supposed to be shining those shoes," said the
morning customer.
Pink had become so interested in his
majestic impersonation of the lawyer addressing the jury that he had laid down
his brushes, put one hand on his chest,
and extended the other in a sweeping
gesture.
When the morning customer interrupted
his speech, he suddenly collapsed into
laughter and rocked about on his stool,
until the morning customer, who seldom
gave way to mirth, began to chuckle out
of sympathy.
Pink returned to his work on the shoe,
but he was still seized with occasional
spasms of laughter, and the big yellow-,
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white balls of his eyes were wet with
genuine tears.
"It's rather warm in here this morning," observed the morning customer,
after Pink had simmered down to his
normal gravity, " but I 'm afraid to take
off this coat after what you said."
" It 's all right if you watch it, misteh,
but you sutny mus' watch it. I on'y got
one kick comin' on 'at coat, misteh."
"Yes -and what 's that? "
" Yes, seh, if yo' goin' 'o kill 'em dead,
you ought to have some of 'at satin down
'e front.  'Lonzo Williams, down on
Twent'-sevem Street, got one of'em satin
kind, so wahm it melts snow right off 'e
sidewalk when 'e walks past. People got
to put on 'em smoked glasses to look at ol'
'Lonzo when he comes out 'ith 'at coat,
suah. Yes, seh, it's kind o' cullah of
cana'y buhd, all 'cept down 'e front, an'
theah it's blue satin. Oh-h-h-h, I guess
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tons 'bout 'e size of five-cent pie. 'Lonzo
come 'long Ahmoh Av'nue 'ith 'at coat on,
an' you see 'em, old an' young, misteh,
leavin' theah homes to follow him. Yes,
seh, he got to tuhn 'round an' yell at 'em
to make 'em go back in 'e houses and
leave him alone. Yes, seh, ol' 'Lonzo
put 'e price o' many a shave into 'at
coat."
"Why don't you get one like it, if it
gives a man such a standing?"
"My goodness, misteh! 'em coats do n'
grow on bushes. No, seh, you sutny got
to wave money in front of a tailah befo' he
hands you anything like 'at. W'y do n't
I get one! I can jus' answeh questions
like 'at all day. Ask me some mo'. Ask
me why I do n' buy 'at Lake-Front Pahk
an' move it out on Deahbohn Street.
Misteh, I could n' even buy one of 'em
sassy buttons."
'i Well, you know what I 've been telling you for three months.  Save your
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money. -Put away a little something every
week, and you '11 be surprised to find how
it accumulates."
"'At's no lie, misteh, what you tellin'
me now. I'll be sup'ised, suah 'nough, if
I eveh find any money 'cumulatin' in my
cloze. I thought Misteh McKinley get in
down at Washin'ton kind o' move mattehs some —kind o' push a little coin
towahds me, but do n' seem to, seh."
" Well, of course, if you go and play
your money against policy, McKinley
can't help you any. What did you count
on? Did you think that after McKinley got in he 'd send you some money
every week? The only way in which
McKinley could help you would be to
come here and have his shoes shined."
"Well, co'se, misteh, I did n' 'spect to
get anything 'less I went out faw it, but I
'uz hopin' I 'd have mo' luck afteh Misteh
McKinley got to be presiden'."
"Yes, you probably thought he might
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help you catch something at policy. Suppose you aid win twenty, thirty, or even
fifty dollars at policy. What good would
it do you?  You'd go out to spend the
money, and the chances are that you 'd lose
your job here. Then where would you
be? You 'd be out of money and out of a
job. I suppose you'd come around to me
again and want me to write another letter
to Mr. Clifford to get you back into this
job."
Pink listened seriously enough until the
morning customer had concluded, and then
he shook his head and gave way to internal
laughter.  He made no sound, but his
shoulders lifted now and then. He looked
up at the morning customer with a moist
grin, and said: "No, seh, I fool you,
misteh. I would n' waste no good coin
on 'em cullud people no mo'. No, seh;
I take 'at money an' I make myse'f good.
-'at's what I'd do. See heah, mistehone o' 'em stiff white hats 'ith a soft top,
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kind o' pushed in, an' black band 'round
it, un'e'stand! Co'se I would n' have no
patent-leatheh shoes-I s'pose not. 'Ese
shahp boys, 'ith yellow tops. Pants-kind
o' buff-cullud. Coat! 0, say, misteh,
I do n' s'pose I'd have one 'ith stripes,
would I? No braid 'long edges, neetheh.
0, man! I'd be 'e wahmes' thing 'at
eveh come up undeh 'at Twelf Street
vi'duc'. I would 'n do thing but jus' walk
up an' down in front o' Miss Lo'ena
Jackson's house an' say: 'Woman, see
what you missed.' "
"You'd have to get a cane with a
silver dog's-head, would n't you? " suggested the morning customer.
"I 'm buyin' it now, misteh; I 'm buyin'
it now."
"And a white silk cravat with gold
horseshoe on it! "
" Misteh, you sutny got to stop 'at; I
can't see yo' shoe."
" Then you want a diamond ring and a
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double watch-chain with a cameo charm,
and a spotted handkerchief with musk on
it, and a pair of yellow gloves and-"
" Man alive! Do n' say no mo'! I'm
so dopey now I can't finish yo' shoe. You
sutny got to stop."
"How about smoking a ten-cent cigar?"
" Make it fifteen, misteh, 'ith a yellow
papeh 'round it. Put about fo' hund'ehd
dollahs in my cloze while yo' at it. Goodness, I sutny am havin' good time to-day."
When   the morning customer went
away, Pink was just as happy as though he
had bought the clothes.




On the Transference of Affections
The morning customer had heard of
men losing weight and drooping away to
melancholy through disappointment in love,
but he observed that Pink was too much
of a philosopher to keep company with
grief. The boy gave up Lorena Jackson
with no sigh of regret. He no longer
talked of her.
One day the morning customer, who
wished to learn if Pink had a secret sorrow,
said in the most casual way:
"I have n't heard you speak of your
lady friend lately."
"She ain' no frien' o' mine no mo''at lady, you mean. Some day when she 's
washin' faw livin' to keep some cheap
cullud hound in smokin'-tobacco, you see
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Misteh William Pinckney Mahsh takin' his
wash 'roun' to huh an' say: ' Woman, if
you do n' get 'iss bundle ready by to-moh'ow
night, I take my wuhk somewheahs else,
an' you all stahve to death.' Yes, seh,
I '11 see 'e day, misteh, when 'at piece o'
p'oud flesh '11 be doin' up my collahs faw
me."
"You shouldn't be so bitter.  You
seemed to think at one time that Misswhat's her name?"
"Miss Lo'ena Jackson, yes seh."
"Well, you seemed to think at one
time that Miss Jackson was an amphibious
sort of a girl."
"Misteh, I seen a new stah in 'e sky,
an' it shines brighteh an' eveh you see 'at
ninety-poun' lady.  Le' me tell you,
misteh. She ain't so 'phibious as some
othehs. 'Ey's a big crop of 'em on 'e
South Side, an' if you lose one you suah
find anotheh waitin' faw you 'round 'e
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" I see-just as good fish in the sea as
ever were caught."
"Jus' as good fish, misteh, but you
sutny do need a little bait. 'Ey won' bite
at no baih hook. Yes, seh, you can ketch
tuhtle 'ith a piece o' string, misteh, but
you got to use fresh bait to land a goggleeye. An' you got to pull when 'at cohk
goes undeh, o' little Miss Goggle-Eye up
stream an' took yo' bait 'long 'ith huh."
" Well, you are decidedly figurative this
morning."
" 'At's so, misteh, I got it all figgahed
out. Man get stung three o' fo' times
an' he gets wiseh, no mistake, seh. I'm
lookin' f' no mo' ladies 'at's afteh bikes.
I'm wantin' 'em, misteh, 'at if you give
'em a few peppehmints an' stan' faw cahfaih, 'ey think they bein' used good. Yes,
seh. I kind o' got one snaihed out now,
an' I sutny won't spoil 'uh by talkin'
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strong you got to make good all 'e time, o'
you come to bad finish."
"You've given up all hopes of reconciliation with Lorena, then, have you?"
" Misteh, 'at lady's jus' 'e same to me
as day befo' yes'day. She couldn' coax
me back to huh, even if she use sugah."
" How about chicken? Suppose she
invited you over to her house to eat
chicken?"
" Misteh, I might fool 'ith any chicken
she set out," and Pink shook with laughter; " but she could n' neveh tie me down
in 'at pa'lah agen, faw I'm tellin' you I
know all 'bout 'at lady's style. You know
what she done to Hen'y Clahk?  I tol'
you 'bout Hen'y Clahk, did n' I?"
" Is he the Pullman porter that cut you
and George Lippincott out? "
"Yes, seh, 'at's 'e one. You know
he loosen up an' buy 'at gold watch faw
Lo'ena. He 'uz 'e hot papa f 'bout two
weeks, an' 'en he went broke. Afteh 'at
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he begin usin' talk on huh same as ol'
Gawge Lippincott. Jus' soon as Hen'y
could n' p'oduce no mo', she find out 'at
he 's tellin' bad sto'ies 'bout huh cha'cteh,
an' she goin' 'o have him cahved by light
fellow 'at wi ihks in a club. When ol'
Hen'y went back on his cah he uz stripped
so clean he could n' change dollah faw
man 'at wanted to give him quahteh.
'At's what 'at long-waisted fai'y done to
Hen'y Clahk. Misteh, she's sutny a
quick finisheh. I'm 'bout 'e on'y boy
she neveh sunk 'e hooks into. I kep' huh
guessin' 'bout 'at bisickle she 'uz goin' 'o
get. I s'pose she likes me, do n't she?
She got 'at yellow waiteh now. Yes, seh,
if he gets his pay in aftehnoon, you can
sutny gamble 'at she's he'pin' him spend
it in 'e ev'nin' -an' any time he's slow in
comin' up, I can jus' see him huntin' f
new place."
" Well, do I understand you to say that
you have a new-young lady?"
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", Misteh, I can't say I got huh faw
suah, becuz I get 'at con so often befo' 'at
I 'm slow to say what 's mine till 'e race is
oveh an' all tickets paid, but it sutny looks
as if 'at Miss Belle Hopkins jus' look all
'round an' 'en could n' see nobody else but
Misteh William Pinckney Mahsh. She's
whispehed it to me, misteh, 'at if she lose
me, ev'ything sutny off, but ol' Misteh
Wise Pink, he's huhd 'at talk befo'. I
ain't makin' no claims, misteh, 'til I see
somebody try to land huh 'way f'om me.
'En I can tell if she 's goin 'o stick. Any
hoss can win, misteh, if he 's got 'e track
to himse'f, but you bring out ol' hoss numbeh two, an' 'e one 'at picks 'em up oftenes'
an' sets 'em down fah apaht is 'e one 'at
you want to put yo' money on."
"What kind of a looking girl is Belle?"
"Betteh 'n 'at, misteh. She's betteh 'n
yo' guessin' she is. Yes, seh, she's got
mo' feathehs 'an any otheh blackbuhd 'at
eveh flew 'long Deahbohn Street, an' she
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got mo' style in huh walk in one minute
'an 'at half-stahved Lo'ena Jackson eveh
had in all huh life. My goodness, misteh,
Belle walk jus' like she 'uz takin' last
chance at 'e cake, an' had a bad lady to
beat out. She's win in mo' n' one walk,
an' she 'd be on 'e stage walkin' long befo'
'iss, on'y huh motheh's ve'y strong Meth'dis' an' don' like none of 'em pasamala
steps. No, seh, Belle can't do none of 'at
' hand on yo' head an' let yo' mind go free'
while Mis' Hopkins 'round. Mis' Hopkins got mo' 'ligion 'an she can use. I 'uz
down at 'e house otheh ev'nin', an' ol'
Mamma Hopkins she kind o' sized me
oveh 'e tops of 'em specticles, an' say:
' Misteh Mahsh, do you 'tend chuhch?'
I say: 'Yes, umdeed, Mis' Hopkins; I
jus' soon think o' losin' a meal as ovehlookin' suhvis.' 'En she say: 'What
chuhch do you 'tend, Misteh Mahsh?' an'
I say, 'I go out Thuhty-fift' Street, 'cuz
'e preacheh out theah most sutny preach
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wahm suhmon.' She kind o' look at me an'
shake 'uh head. Yes, seh, I'11 have to
holleh some night befo' I'm strong 'ith ol'
Mis' Hopkins. I '11 jus' have to go down
to 'at chuhch an' drown out Misteh
Preacheh Fehguson befo' Mis' Hopkins
eveh believe I got 'ligion."
" Yes, Pink, I suppose you are going to
add hypocrisy to your other sins," said the
morning customer.
" No, seh, misteh, 'at ain' no 'poc'asy.
I get comvuhted ev'y time I go to chuhch,
but on week-days I sutny-is what Brotheh
Fehguson call a wande'in' sheep. I sutny
wandeh when I get 'way wheah I can't
heah 'at music."
" Well, perhaps Belle will convert
you."
" Hush, man! 'At Belle's a hot tomolley. She no mo' got 'at Meth'dis' 'ligion
'an you have-no, seh. She'd ratheh
push huh feet oveh floo' 'at had sand on
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what to do 'ith 'em feet at all. Shall I
kind o' touch up 'at hat, misteh?"
And the morning customer stepped
down to be brushed. Pink swung the
long and supple broom in fancy curves
and beat out fancy time. As the morning
customer started toward the door, Pink
whispered," Gawge Lippincott do n' know
'iss guhl at all, an' I 'm sutny goin' 'o keep
huh undeh coveh."




On the Relative Value of Education and Wealth
On a bright spring morning, when Pink
should have been dwelling on the birth of
seasons, he admitted that he was pondering on the benefits of education.  Before
he spoke, the morning customer noticed
that his eyelids were strained, and he whispered to himself.
He worked in silence for several minutes and then consulted the oracle.
" Misteh, I want to ask you q'estion,
'cuz I know you'll tell me right. It's
'bout which is betteh faw you -ej'cation
o' money?"
" What got you started on that question?" asked the morning customer.
"Yes, seh, 'ey had a meetin' at 'e
F'ed'ick Douglass Club last ev'nin', an' I
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went 'ith Gawge Lippincott. 'At 's 'e
q'estion 'ey discussed 'bout, which is betteh
faw you to have - ej'cation o' money?"
" Which side did you take? "
" I jus' set theah an' listened to some
of 'em hot boys th'ow lang'age at each
otheh. 'Ey sutny wuz usin' wuhds 'at
neveh 'd been used befo'. I guess it was
pooh, too. Goodness! 'At Gawge Lippincott jus' spread his wings an' sail 'round
an' 'round 'at room like eagle. He neveh
touch flooh at all. You talk 'bout me
bein' in 'at ahgament! W'y, misteh, I
could jus' flutteh a little. I sutny could n'
fly."
" Which side did your friend, Mr. Lippincott, take?"
"Misteh, he could n' see nothin' but
ej'cation. He said 'at a wise boy could
make good even if he did n' have 'e coin,
but if you had all 'e money you could
cah'y an' wuz igno'ant, 'en people would n'
show no manneh o' respec' faw you."
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" Yes, but suppose a man has plenty of
money - he can travel around the world
and employ people to instruct him, and in
a little while he will have an education."
"'At's so, misteh," said Pink, reflectively. 'At's ev'y wuhd so, suah 'nough."
"But, on the other hand," said the
morning customer, " suppose that a man
has education, but no money, to begin with.
Can't he use his education to make
money?"
"'At's what he can do," said Pink,
solemnly.
" Suppose he makes money and loses it.
He still has his education left, has n't he? "
" Misteh, you sutny siftin' it. Yes, seh,
you sutny gettin' 'at subjec' right up in 'e
cawneh so 's it can 't get away f'om you."
" You follow my line of reasoning, do
you?"
" Go on, misteh, I'm close behind.
-You can 't lose me."
"I say, suppose the educated man loses
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his monev. He still has his education
left. But if a man has n't got anything
at all but money, and he loses that, where
is he? Tell me that."
" Wheah is he? Wheah is he, misteh?
W'y, 'at's his finish, suah. My goodness,
misteh, I do wish you 'd been out to 'at
F'ed'ick Douglass Club las' night jus' to
toss some of 'at kind o' lang'age at some
of 'em cullud bladdehs. 01' Hahvey
Wilson 'uz takin' 'e money side, an' he
sutny made mo' noise an' done less talkin'
an' any man I eveh see. You neveh
know what Hahvey 's wantin' to tell you,
'cuz he use 'em wuhds 'at he makes up
himself —all 'e time sayin' someping
'bout 'e 'scrambation of illipsical' o' 'ambification faw scientific tomology, an' all 'at.
He do n' know what 'at means any mo'
'an you do."
"Well, you know what 'tomology'
means, do n't you?" asked the morning
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"How's 'at, misteh? 'Tomology'?"
"Yes, the word ' tomology,' you just
used. You know what that means, do n't
you? "
Pink rubbed the shoe slowly and appeared to be in deep thought.
" I une'stand in gen'al way e' defimition,
but I can 't hahdly tell it."
"' Tomology' means the science of tomatoes."
"Yes, seh. I knew it 'uz someping
like 'at, but Hahvey Wilson, he did n'
know, misteh. He jus' huhd somebody use
'at wuhd, an' he say, "'At's a good wuhd.
I jus' need 'at!' Yes, seh, he thinks 'at
' tomology ' someping about 'e Bible."
"Well, which side won the debate?"
" Misteh, 'at Gawge Lippincott beat
Hahvey Wilson at ev'y tuhn in 'e road.
My goodness, he had ol' Hahvey hangin'
on 'e ropes, but 'ey done him duht, suah.
Hahvey got 'at decision. Yes, seh; his
brotheh-in-law 'uz one of 'e judges, an'
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'notheh judge 'uz Lou Pahkeh 'at Gawge
kep' out o' bein' janitah at'e police station.
01' Gawge sutny had no chance 'genst 'at
push."
" Are you a member of the club "
"No, seh; I jus' kind o' follow ol'
Gawge in. 'Bout month ago, misteh, 'ey
sutny had a wahm session 'bout ' Which
is 'e greates', wateh o' fiah?' I s'pose
ol' Gawge did n' say a wuhd 'at night.
He jus' ask 'em one q'estion, misteh, 'at
settled 'e whole thing.  He jus' say,
' Wateh can put out fiah, but how 'bout
fiah puttin' out wateh?' Afteh he showed
'at wateh 'uz strongeh 'n fiah, he say,
'What's 'e mos' hahm fiah eveh done? '
'At 'uz 'e Chicago fiah. It jus' buhn up
one town, but did n't 'e flood wash away
ev'ything? W'y, misteh,'at flood wash away
hund'ehds towns 'e size o' Chicago, an'
nobody eveh heah anything mo' 'bout 'em."
"Do you believe that story about
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" How 's 'at, misteh? Do I believe'at
sto'y? Ain't it wrote down in 'e Bible,
huh?"
" Yes, but I did n't know whether you
believed it or not."
" Look heah, man! S'pose I did have
some doubts 'bout 'at sto'y. Do n't you
think I 'm eveh foolish 'nough to say so.
No, seh; I'm takin' no chances. I jus'
say I b'lieve ev'ything 'at's put down an'
'en I'm safe."
" Why, it 's just as bad to have a doubt
in your mind as it is to come right out and
say so," remarked Mr. Clifford, the head
barber, who had lounged over to hear the
talk.
" No, seh! "replied Pink, emphatically.
"'Ey can 't prove nothin' 'genst me if I
do n't come out an' say someping. S'pose
'ey say, ' Misteh Mahsh, did you al'uz
believe 'e Bible?' an' I say, 'Yes, seh.'
'Ey could n' prove what been in my mind;
no, seh. Ain' 'at so, misteh?"
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"I 'm in doubt about that," said the
morning customer.
" But if 'ey say, ' How 'bout 'at mawnin' in 'e bahbeh-shop when you told 'em
gem'men 'at you wuz n't suah 'bout Noah
an' 'e ahk?' - what could I answeh back?
No, seh; you do n't get me into no trouble
about 'e Bible. I do n' know what all's
in 'at Bible, but I say it 's so, o' else it
would n't be in. I'm takin' no chances,
misteh. I ain' no good chuhch membeh
now, but I 'm goin' o' keep good on
believin' in 'at Bible, so if eveh I get sick
o' anything 'e matteh 'ith me, I wont have
to squaih myse'fve'y much. 'At's goin'
'o count faw me, misteh, if I can say I
b'lieve 'at Bible all 'e time."
" You have it all figured out," said the
morning customer, " and I do n't see how
they can lose you."
Pink was much elated to think that he
had not been trapped into expressing any
doubt as to scriptural revelation.




On the Sin of Neglecting an
Opportunity
The friendship between the morning
customer and Pink lasted well, because it
was never allowed to drift into familiarity.
Whenever the morning customer climbed
to the throne, he was greeted with formal
politeness.  He listened  gravely when
Pink told his secrets, and, by fine tact,
invited confidence even while repelling
intimacy. He seldom spoke of himself,
and there never can be a real companionship between two persons until they have
compared experiences.
After the months had passed, Pink knew
the morning customer as an exalted and
dignified personage who had command of
the wisdom of all ages and allowed his
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The morning customer, on the other
hand, knew Pink's biography-the boy's
early life in an Ohio town, how he followed the race horses to Chicago, why he
gave up working in a dairy lunchroom,
and so on, up to the time when he took
the room at Mrs. Willard's house and was
placed in charge of the boot-polishing
department in Mr. Clifford's shop.
It has already appeared that he learned
of Pink's habits, his falling from grace,
and his recovery of the high intentions to
be important and have money of his own.
With each visit the morning customer
learned something more regarding the boy.
For instance, one morning the conversation turned upon the subject of dramatic
art, and Pink gave the opinion that "Camille" was the greatest play ever written.
"Took a guhl to see 'at 'Camille' one
night," he said.  "She jus' shiveh an'
hang on to me all 'e way home. I got
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At another time, soon after Pink had
expressed his entire faith in the Bible (as
set forth in the preceding chapter), he
talked of music, and said that "rag-time"
melodies pleased him, but that he dared
not listen to them during business hours,
because the mists came before his eyes
and he became so excited that he could
not shine shoes. He told of his belief
that the angels in heaven played "ragtime" music, and he regarded this as an
inducement for all colored people to lead
pure lives.
While they were talking of " rag-time"
music, the morning customer asked why
it was that a colored man could dance so
much better than a white man. Pink advanced the explanation that the colored
man had fewer bones than the white man,
and had his joints peculiarly constructed,
according to an all-wise plan. He also
held that the white men's bones were
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bend his frame and assume certain shapes
which added to the charm of his performance as a dancer. The morning customer
shook his head in doubt, and Pink said
that a doctor had once explained to him
the construction of a colored man, telling
him, among other things, that the skull
was an inch thick and that the only tender part of the anatomy was the shin-bone.
It happened that just after Pink had
won his point concerning the bony structure of the members of his race, two barbers and a man in the second chair became involved in loud talk about the continuous war-cloud in Europe. This interruption gave the morning customer a
chance to retire gracefully from the dispute as to anatomy, so he asked:
" Have you been reading the war news
in the papers? "
"Misteh, I got no time faw 'at wah
when 'ey 's fo' tracks runnin'; no, seh.
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to know 'bout 'at wah. I mahked 'em
yes'day, misteh, an' three out o' fo' win.
an' I did n' have a cent on one of 'em.
"I understand. You 've been making
these mind bets - figuring how much you
might have won."
"Misteh, I ought to be cah'yin' roll
to-day 'at'd look like bolt o' wall-papeh.
"Yes, seh, I had ol' Domingo at Memphis, an' 'at Pahson at Newpoht. Cullud
boy tol' me to be suah an' get someping
on Pahson as soon as he 'uz good odds.
Yes'day, misteh, he 'uz six to one, an' I
know he could n' lose, an' heah I set rubbing up tans faw nasty ol' ten a throw
when I ought to been oveh in'at back
room playin' my doze on 'at Pahson.
W'y, misteh, he went past 'em jus' like
'ey was tied. I know wheah I could got
five dollahs yes'day, too. I take 'at five
and play Domingo an' Pahson, an' I get
mo' 'an hund'ehd of 'em big smiling dollabs to-day."
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"I 'm  afraid I'11 never cure you of
gambling."
"W'y, misteh, when you see on 'e
blackboahd 'at Pahson 's six to one, an' you
know he can't lose, I'm tellin' you,
misteh, it ain' right to keep 'at money in
yo' pocket. If 'at bookmakeh say, ' Come
an' take my money,' yo' sutny foolish if
you do n' do it."
"I can't see that you've ruined very
many bookmakers.    Where's all the
money you've won on the races?"
" Hush, man! I do n' s'pose I done a
thing to ol' Sly Libson one day, did I? I
jus' caught'at rascal seven to one, an' I
come back f'om 'e pahk in open caih'age
smokin' one of 'em pooh fifteen-cent
cigahs."
"Yes, you told me about that. You
went out that night and lost your job.
How long did your money last you?"
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'em good things, he's goin' 'o take 'at
money an plant it deep, suah."
" What! Are you going to save money
at last?"
"'At's what I need, misteh. 'At's
what I got to have."
" Well, that's a virtuous resolution,
certainly, but I don't think you'll ever
make any money playing the races."
c You can't tell, misteh. I been feelin' ve'y lucky for sev'al days."
c Well, I hope you '11 not be disappointed. Since when have you had this
desire to save money? "
" Well, misteh, you got to have a little,
o' they sutny got no use faw you."
" Who has n't any use for you? I wonder if you are contemplating matrimony."
" Hush, man!"
"What's her name - the new one?"
" Who?    'At Miss Belle Hopkins? I
neveh say I'uz goin' 'o join up 'ith 'at
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"c No, but I 'm very suspicious."
Pink laughed away down in his throat,
and shook his head warningly. " I do n'
say I will mah'y 'at lady, an' I do n' say
I won't do it. She 's a cana'y buhd, misteh, an' she sings sweet song, but 'e cullud
boy ain' got no cage. You can't neveh
live on 'em cake-walks. Cake-walks is
good, misteh, but you can't eat 'em, no
seh! 'At's ev'y wuhd so. Thank you,
seh. How's 'at, misteh? Keep 'e change?
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On Secret Defamation of
Character
There was a dark cloud in the sky.
Pink Marsh told the morning customer
about it at the first opportunity. He began by saying that he would have to write
another letter.
"What 's the matter?"   asked the
morning customer.
"Dahk cloud in 'e sky, misteh. Yes,
seh, 'ey 's a dahk cloud in 'e sky,
caused by some low-down cullud pusson,
who I call a snake-in-'e-grass right to his
ve'y face."
"Who is the snake-in-the-grass?"
"'At 's what I can't find out, misteh."
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" Jus' le' me know who it is, misteir,
'at 's all Misteh Mahsh caihs to know.
Yes, seh, he be layin' in 'at shiny box 'an
people go by an' say: 'Jus' looks like
he 's 'sleep, do n't he?' Co'se, his coze
goin' 'o coveh up all 'em holes I cahve in
him. I 'm goin' 'o leave 'nough o' him
to make a good fune'al, an' 'at 's 'bout all.
" It is n't George this time - George,
what's his name? "
" No, seh, it ain't Gawge. I can't find
out who done it, but if I look in ev'y
house on Deahbohn St'eet, I'm suah to
find him some time o' otheh, an' when I
do-hush man! You jus' listen on 'e
Nawth Side, an' you heah him squawk out
Twent'-Sevem  Street.  Yes, seh, yo'
next."
The last was addressed to a young man
in checked clothes, who had edged up and
was listening with a steadfast grin.
"Who 's that you 're goin' to do up?"
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" 'At 's nobody, misteh," replied Pink,
with an averted wink at the morning customer. "I would n' huht nobody. You
jus' have a good chaih, misteh, an' I '11
sutny use you right in ve'y few minutes.
Heah's mawnin' papeh, seh, 'at's got all
'bout 'at Cong'ess.  Yes, seh, you get
oveh by 'e window yo' suah to get plenty
o' light. Yes, seh, I '11 be ready faw you,
seh, in ve'y shawt time."
Pink diplomatically steered the young
man over to the window and supplied him
with the remnant of a morning paper, after
which he returned to the morning customer, with a sidewise expression of satisfied cunning.
" I do n' wan' no sody-juggleh out o' no
drug-stoah to stan' round an' rubbeh when
I 'm talkin' 'em p'ivate mattehs," he said,
confidentially, as he resumed his place on
the stool. " I got to use him propeh, 'cuz
his money goes on 'e street-cahs jus' same
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f'dential 'ith no boy 'at tosses 'em aig
phosphates."
"Well, what's the purport of all this
sanguinary conversation?" asked the morning customer, who had noted that Pink
always mapped out the vengeance first
and told of the provocation afterward.
Pink smiled in upward admiration,
and then his shoulders shook in rapid
measure, showing that he was enjoying
himself inwardly.
" Ev'y day new ones, misteh!" he exclaimed. "Ev'y day new ones! Some
hotteh 'an othehs, but all of 'em too
wahm faw pooh cullud boy."
" Did n't I understand you to say that
you were going to slaughter some one? "
" Misteh, heah's what I'm goin' 'o do:
I'm goin' 'o cut my name in 'at cullud
rascal so deep 'at you can read it f'om
behind same as in front. I'm goin' 'o
stand him up an' whittle him. Yes, seh;
I 'm goin' 'o take off so much o' his
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weight 'at he '11 be in new class. I'11
sutny trim him good. When I finish 'ith
him an' pack my tools, he '11 be diff'ent
shape - 'at's a fac'."
I think I begin to understand," said
the morning customer. "Somebody has
stolen that new girl."
" Who? Who? Do n' neveh believe
it, seh. No, seh!  If 'ey get 'at lady
'way f'om William Pinckney,'ey sutny
got to pull 'uh. She could n' leave me if
she want' to. You know what she say?
'Misteh Mahsh, 'ey's one floweh 'at
blooms in ev'y gahden, an' you ah my
honeysuckle.' "
" That's very pretty."
" It ain't ev'y dahk-haihed boy 'at gets
'at kind, misteh."
" I suppose not. Well, if you have n't
lost Miss Hopkins, what seems to be the
trouble?"
"Yes, seh, 'e trouble is, misteh, 'at
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cha'cteh. Somebody 's been knockin' me
'ith ol' Mis' Hopkins. Goodness, misteh! She tell Belle 'at she heah I like gin
an' roll 'e bones an' play numbehs an'
cah'y razah, an'-"
"And steal chickens?"
" Suah! Wuhse kind o' chicken-lifteh
-steal 'em in front o' butcheh-shops an'
stoahs —steal 'ese 'at's picked an' cleaned.
Yes, seh, whoeveh it is 'at 's knockin', I
s'pose, got me down faw stealin' dead
chickens. It takes a spoht to go afteh a
live chicken, misteh, but when you take
dead one, 'at's jus' plain stealin'.  I
s'pose I'm dead-chicken thief."
" Somebody's been telling all these
things to Miss Hopkins's mother -is that
it?"
" Misteh, I ought to be oveh in 'e jail,
an' have my pickchah in 'e papeh. Neveh
mind, misteh, I'm waitin'."
" Do you suspect any one?"
"I'11 tell you 'bout 'at, misteh. Miss
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Belle got a cousin, Chesteh Hopkins, 'at
leads 'e singin' at e' chuhch. Chesteh got
side-whiskehs.  Look out faw one 'ith
side-whiskehs, misteh! It wuz n' neveh
meant faw no cullud pusson to have sidewhiskehs. Chesteh got a ve'y wahm set
of 'em, too. An' he weahs eyeglasses!
Hush! I tell you, misteh, he ain't right.
He do n' look like no cullud pusson. He
look mo' like some Sunday-school white
man 'at jus' shift his cullah. I guess he
ain' no cullud man, neetheh, come to
think 'bout it. Chesteh wuz 'e fus' Af'oAmeh'can on Deahbohn Street.   He's
suah 'nough Af'o-Ameh'can, an' he got a
bad eye in his head faw Misteh William
Pinckney  Mahsh.   Him  an' Brotheh
Fehguson, 'e preacheh, jus' about own
'at chuhch at ol' Mis' Hopkins goes to, an'
I do n' s'pose ol' Chesteh goin' 'o ovehlook
no chance to spoil my bets. 'Cose I ain'
been goin' to chuhch ve'y often in 'e las'
twenty yeahs o' so, an' mebbe Chesteh
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do n' think I got no ticket faw to swing on
'e sweet cha'iot," and Pink laughed.
" Have n't been to church, and you're
proud of it," said the morning customer,
shaking his head. " I 'm afraid you're a
hopeless case."
"I been sev'al times lately 'ith Miss
Belle."
"Trying to get on good terms with
Mrs. Hopkins."
" I s'pose 'at's a bad guess, misteh.
Anyways I ain't win 'at ol' lady yet. Goodness, misteh! I like to know who feed
huh 'at mean talk 'bout me. Somebody
scandalize my name, suah.  On'y one
thing squaih me 'ith Mis' Hopkins-'at's
one of 'em lettehs. Make me good one,
misteh, an' put in some sc'ipchah. Ain't
scaihed o' losin' my baby, but I want to
be so good up at 'e Hopkins house 'at a
good wahm dinneh be waitin' faw me any
time I call."
The morning customer promised.
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The morning customer spent fifteen
minutes in composing the letter which
was to give Pink Marsh a sure standing
with Belle Hopkins's mother. He pushed
aside the letters waiting to be answered,~
and devoted himself to the labor of love.
Was he prompted by the hopes of a reward? None-except that reward which
comes to the unselfish man when he knows
that he has helped to complicate a love
affair.
He took it to Mr. Clifford's shop two
days after his promise had been given.
Pink was anxious to hear the letter,, and
he exercised great haste in shining a pair
of scaly gaiters, so that he could go into a
close session with the morning customer.
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" Got 'at, misteh?" he asked  cautiously.
" Which?    0, that letter? Yes, I
dashed off a few lines and had them typewritten. I 've left it so that you can sign
your name at the bottom-that is, if it
suits you."
", Suit me, misteh? I know it 's good
befo' you read it."
"I didn't know Mrs. Hopkins's first
name, so I left that blank. Do you know
it?"
"c No, seh, I do n't. Jus' Mis' Hopkins; 'at's all we eveh calf huh."
" Has she got a husband?"
"Yes, seh, she got a husband."
" What's his name?"
"Zig Lucas."
"Her name is Mrs. Hopkins and her
husband's name is Zig Lucas-how do you
make that out? "
"Mis' Hopkins, she been mah'ied befo'. I guess so wuz ol' Zig. He got boy
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Spotswood Lucas', 'at ain' no kin to Belle
at all. 01' Spot neveh done day's wuhk
in his life. Sick all 'e time. Yes, seh,
too sick to wuhk-jus' able to eat an' play
pool."
" I put it 'Mrs. Hopkins' here. We '11
let it go at that. Are you ready to hear
it?"
" Yes, seh, misteh. Do n' make it too
loud.", "'Mrs. Hopkins-My Dear Madam: It is
with-'"
" Hold on, misteh. You want to get
me in trouble 'ith 'at ol' Zig? What you
got me sayin' to Mis' Hopkins? "
" Why, you address her as ' My dear
madam.'"
" Ain't 'at puhty wahm to give 'at ol'
guhl? When she reads 'at, she think I'm
afteh huh, 'stead o' Belle. ' Deah madam'
-my goodness! 'At's lovin' talk, suah."
" O, that does n't mean anything. Any
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ance should begin that way. You leave
it alone. That will please her."
He read the letter:
"c MRS. HoPKINS-My Dear Madam: It is
with feelings of indiscriminate respect that I address you upon a subject which I regard as
altogether behooving.
"'Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
Thou shalt not escape calumny.'
"s How true this is!  It is with excruciating
surprise that I learn of a recent attempt to cast
aspersions on my character, which I have always sought to keep herbiverous.  As you are
doubtless cognizant, I have lately endeavored
to place myself in immediate juxtaposition to
your daughter, Belle, whose caloric properties
are such as to excite my profound admiration.
At present she is the most salubrious object
within my range of vision. Animated, no
doubt, by the rancor of envy, some inconsequential marplot is striving to elucidate my superiority. I wish to deny emphatically anything you may hear which is not derogatory to
my character.  Without going into details, I
may say with all the vehemence of asseveration,
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that I am the most superior Afro-American who
ever approached on the rural highway. This
epistle will doubtless remove all eccentricities
from your mind, and make you disposed to
regard me as the proper recipient of gustatory favors.  Thanking you for your kind
attention, I am, with sufficient respect, yours.ruly."
While the letter was being read, Pink
emitted tremulous groans, and at the conclusion he said, in an awed whisper: " 0,
man! 0, man! 0, man!"
" I did n't think it was best to deny,
specifically, any of the charges against
you," said the morning customer. " I
simply put in a general plea and threw you
on the mercy of the court. Have you
any changes to suggest? "
" Look heah, misteh, why do n't you ask
me to go out an' change 'e stahs in 'e sky?
No, seh; 'at letteh 's too good faw any boy
my ej'cation to trifle 'ith it. When Mis'
Hopkins read 'at, she'll1 know I 'm good,
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I can jus' see myse'f eatin' Sunday dinneh
up at 'at house."
"You've never eaten up there yet, eh?"
"I do n' daih to, misteh; no, seh."
"Why not? "
"I'm 'fraid of 'at ol' guhl.  She's
f'om Kentucky, an' she knows too much.
I'm 'fraid she'd cunjuh me, suah."
" Conjure  you?  What   does  that
mean?"
"Hush, misteh, you know   what 'at
means betteh'an I do -a man yo' ej'cation."
" I assure you that I do n't know. How
could Mrs. Hopkins conjure you? "
" Well, misteh, I do n' hahdly b'lieve it
myse'f, but I heah them Southehn cullud
people tell 'bout puttin' 'at stuff in yo'
eatin', an' it make someping grow inside o'
you - someping like lizahd."
" 0, pshaw! You don't believe all
that stuff, do you? "
" Look heah, misteh man, some of 'em
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ol' cullud people 'at's lived down South
can use you bad if you ain' caihful. Bud
Law'ence tol' me he saw man in Kentucky 'at got cunjuhed by an ol' cullud
lady, an' he had to sen' to Loueyville faw ol'
cullud doctah. Doctah come an' dig all
'em roots an' 'uhbs an' make tea faw 'at cullud man, an' he toss up two white lizahds.
'At's what Bud seen 'ith his own eyes."
" How did these lizards get into him?"
" My goodness! He got cunjuhed, misteh-at's how he got 'em. He had fuss
'ith an ol' cullud lady, an' she put 'at cunjuh stuff in his dinneh. Yes, seh, you can
laugh, misteh, but 'ey's sutny someping in
'at cunjuh business. Look heah, seh,
did n' you eveh put hoss-haih into bottle
an' see it tuhn into snake? Yes, seh, I
seen 'at myse'f. 'At's what 'em cunjuh
people do - put someping like 'at into yo'
victuals, an' it get inside o' you, an' you
begin feelin' bad an' get thinneh an' thinneh, an' if you do n' get 'at boy out o' you
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-goin' 'o have a black beh'yin, suah.
Yes, seh, 'em cunjuh people come an' plant
someping in front o' yo' house, too. You
walk oveh it ev'y day, an' afteh while you
get sick, an' fus' thing you know you jus'
tuhn up yo' toes. I do n' want nothin' to/
do 'ith 'em cunjuh people."
" Well, do you think Mrs. Hopkins has
the power to conjure you?"
"Yes, seh, most any o' 'em ol' cullud
ladies f'om 'e South got 'at poweh. 01'
Pink sutny ain' goin' 'o eat no dinneh in
'at house 'til he knows 'at Mis' Hopkins
likes him. She's been talkin' bad 'bout
me, an' I go to 'at house an' eat -you
do n' know what she do to me!"
" Have n't you got your rabbit's foot?"
" Yes, seh, you can laugh, misteh, but
do n't you fool yo'se'f 'bout 'at cunjuh'n.
Someping in it, suah."
Pink shook his head solemnly, and ap.
peared to be somewhat grieved that the
morning customer went away laughing.
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On the Doubts which Precede
Matrimony
Pink Marsh reported to the morning
customer that the letter to Mrs. Hopkins
had accomplished its purpose.
"She ain't th'ough lookin' oveh 'at
letteh yet," he said, shaking his head and
bubbling with laughter. "01' Zig, he
did n' eveh b'lieve I wrote it.  He tell
Belle to ask me who wrote 'at letteh. 1
say, ' Look it oveh, guhl, an' see whose
name's down at 'e bottom.' My goodness, misteh! 'At letteh did suit ol' Mis'
Hopkins! She likes 'em hot wuhds, just
'e kind you put in 'at letteh. Yes, seh,
when Brotheh Fehguson up at 'e chuhch
begin to toss 'em hot wuhds at 'e brethe'n
an' sistuhn, 'at's when ol' Mis' Hopkins
begin to get happy an' let go."
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"You do n't think she '11 conjure you
now? "
"Cunjuh me, misteh?    Pink is huh
honey-boy now-suah!     She likes me
now,'cuz she find out I got wahm ej'cation.
All 'at talk 'bout 'medimatejustamisition-"
" Immediate juxtaposition'? "
"Yes, seh; 'at 's what win ol' Mis'
Hopkins. She's sutny usin' me good 'ese
days. 'Misteh Mahsh, I hope yo' feelin'
ambulous 'iss ev'nin'. ' O yes, Mis' Hopkins, I'm ve'y lansimous."
" You did n't tell her you were lansimous, did you?"
"cW'y-yes seh. I jus' say like 'at,
'I'm feelin' ratheh lansimous.' "
" 'Lansimous' means that you are suffering from remorse-that you 've got
something on your mind."
"Yes, seh; 'at's so, misteh; but Mis'
Hopkins she did n' know what 'at meant.
I s'pose she thought I jus' meant I wuz
feelin' well."
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" So you're welcome to the house
now?"
"Hush, man! Las' night an' night
befo'. Settin' on 'e front steps 'ith my
sweet thing, an' holdin' on to huh so she
would n' get lost.  0, I guess she's
pooh," and Pink hit the box with his
polishing-brush and laughed immoderately.
"Well, if Mrs. Hopkins is won over
and Belle loves you, I do n't see that there
is anything to prevent an early union."
" You mean faw us to get mah'ied?"
"Why, certainly. You've been courting this girl for several weeks, have n't
you? You say she loves you, and, according to your own admission, you have
visited her at her home and sat on the
front steps with her - probably embraced
her."
Pink was bent over the shoe, quivering
with laughter at the recital.
" I have helped you to win the favor of
the young lady's mother," continued the
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morning customer. " Now that the girl
and her mother trust you, are you going to
betray that trust?  You talk as if you
did n't intend to marry her at all."
"Look heah, misteh," said Pink, still
bubbling with laughter, "what you think
we goin' 'o live on- buck dances? In
'e fus' place, 'at maih'age license cost two
dollahs. I ain't even got nasty ol' two,
no, seh! How 'bout 'em lace cuhtains
faw windows, an' pohk-chops to eat ev'y
mawnin'? Huh-uh! Can't get mah'ied
till I got 'at roll."
" About the first time I ever came into
this shop, six months ago, I advised you
to begin saving your money. If you had
started in and saved two dollars a week,
you would have had fifty or sixty dollars
by this time. With that much you could
have bought a new suit of clothes, rented
a house and made a first payment on some
furniture. As it is, how much have you
this morning? "
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" Misteh, if 'ey had n't rung in hosses
on me las' night, I 'd have sev'al dollahs
'iss mawnin'."
" So you 've been playing craps again?
That was after your call on Miss Hopkins,
I presume."
"Yes, seh; I had 'em comin' good,
but little Joe use me bad, an' somebody
get in hosses, an' 'en a big cullud fellow
'at drives caih'age jus' took me 'way in his
cloze. 01' Gawge Lippincott went broke,
too."
"Well, there you are again - gambling? Does this girl know that you
gamble? "
" She do n' caih how much I gamble, if
I on'y pull out someping. Co'se she got
no use faw man 'at's cleaned all 'e time.
You got to flash two-bit piece once in
awhile to keep 'em smilin'."
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do n't intend to marry her, why have you
pursued her?"
"Look heah, misteh, I don' say I won't
mah'y 'at Miss Belle Hopkins. I s'pose
I might if I had mo' money; but you
know what I say to you heah one day -
cake-walks is good, but you sutny can't
eat 'em. If I jus' get on good live one
some time, 'bout fawty to one, an' play
five dollahs - hush, misteh! We be livin'
in one of 'em white houses 'ith blue cuhtains in 'e windows, an' all 'em red velvet
sofys an' chaihs, wall-papeh covehed 'ith
mawnin'-glo'ies, Brussel cahpet on 'e
flooh -"
" Picture of Peter Jackson in the parlor," suggested the morning customer.
Pink yawped at the idea, and leaned
forward on the box in a convulsion of
mirth.
"Misteh, yo' sutny good! Yes, seh;
we got to have ol' Peteh. My goodness!
'At's fine house I got, suah! I can jus'
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see myse'f settin' in 'at house eatin'
chicken 'ith home gravy-betteh'n any
of 'iss heah rest'ant gravy, too! Home
gravy an' sweet potatoes! My goodness!
I jus' lingeh 'round 'e table an' make
trouble faw 'at kind o' eatin', I s'pose. I
guess I jus' hate 'at home gravy. Umm-m-m! It's ba-a-d!"
By this time Pink was talking to himself and wagging his head gravely. The
morning customer interrupted the soliloquy, and said " I'm afraid you '11 never
realize your expectations, unless you stop
playing craps."
" Some day I '11 get 'em goin', an' I'11
have all 'e money on 'e South Side. Yes,
seh; ' Keep on a-tryin', brotheh,' 'at 's jus'
what Preacheh Fehguson says. You '11
see, misteh. I jus' feel 'at I got money
comin' to me."
The morning customer went away, leaving Pink cheered and uplifted by the abiding pleasures of hope.
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"He come in here yesterday smokin' a
big cigar and all dressed up in his best
clothes, and said he 'd quit - said he had
something better."
Mr. Clifford was speaking. The morning customer stood in hesitancy, looking
at the half-grown colored youth who sat on
Pink's stool in the corner, humped above
a patent-leather shoe which had the shape
of a sword-fish.
"You do n't know where he went?"
asked the morning customer.
" No, and I do n't care. I won't have
him around here again. This new boy 's
all right. He '11 give you a good shine."
Mr. Clifford evidently believed that the
morning customer had been coming into
the place to have his shoes shined!
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The morning customer murmured a
falsehood to the effect that he might
"come in later," and then he retreated,
before Mr. Clifford could say anything
more in favor of the new boy.
That was his last visit to the shop. He
rather expected to receive a communication from Pink, but no postal-card came,
and, to tell the truth, after a few days had
passed, he gave no further thought to the
"lansimous" boy and his quest for a
" baby."
In a busy town, such as Chicago, experiences crowd upon one another, and
every live man of the morning-customer
kind is so intent on making his fortune
that he has little time to tilt back and
wonder what has become of the friends of
yesterday. Within a month after the disappearance, the season of helpful talks
with Pink became ancient history. The
morning customer hurried past Mr. Clifford's shop day after day, without seeing it
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or knowing of its existence. He would
be whispering to himself the terms of a
contract, or squinting through his glasses
to see into the plans of those who wanted
to keep him away from his fortune. To
such a man, buildings fuse into one another as they slide by in panorama, and
pedestrians are so many things to be
dodged. The morning customer raced
every day. He went to a "parlor"* to
have his shoes cleaned. Twelve white
boys in blue jackets leaned over in a row
and worked at high speed. They seldom
spoke to the men in the chairs, who regarded one another with fretful suspicion,
and turned their morning papers over and
over and inside out.
It would be satisfying to know that the
morning customer often smiled at recollection of what Pink had told him, and
wondered if the boy had saved any money.
He had not the time. That is the fact
of the matter.  He was jumping with
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elevators, a hundred feet at an upward
leap; racing to court-rooms, where he
messed papers and whispered with holloweyed accomplices; and sometimes he went
out of town on night trains, so as to
avoid the deadly sin of traveling during
business hours.
One night he boarded a train at a suburban crossing.  The train was bound
for Kansas City. In the sleeping-car the
berths were " made up." He went along
the narrow aisle between the stuffy curtains to where a porter with a white coat
was whispering to some hidden passenger.
He nudged the porter from behind.
' My goodness, misteh!"
It was Pink.
" Any lowers left? " asked the morning
customer, closing his teeth together in the
endeavor to keep a serious face.
c Well, my goodness, misteh! Well,
seh, it's you, suah! My goodness! I'm
sutny glad to see you once mo'. I declaih!"
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"I did n't expect to see you, Pink.
Have you a lower berth."
" Misteh, if I did n' have none, I 'd
jus' tuhn somebody out an' let you have
it. My goodness! Well! Well!"
"Where 's the conductor."
"Yes, seh, he's in 'e cah ahead, seh."
" Well, I '11 sit in the smoking-room
a while."
He went into the smoking compartment and lighted a cigar. A short man
with jewelry and a silk cap had been holding the compartment alone. He looked
up, as if in annoyance, when the morning
customer came in, and then threw away
his cigar and rocked away to bed.
The morning customer sprawled out on
the plush cushion and smoked.    He
grinned around his cigar, and once or
twice he laughed aloud. Presently Pink
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for many seconds, his eyes rolled sidewisc,
and then he burst into laughter.
"Well, my goodness!" he said.
" You 're a real porter, now."
"c Me an' Misteh Pullman's 'e real boys,
suah. No mo' settin' round 'ith 'em
white bahbehs. Huh-uh! "
He paused and looked at the morning
customer in blissful silence, and then
gave another bellow of laughter, so that
he had to restrain himself by putting one
hand over his mouth.
"c What's the matter with you, anyway? " asked the morning customer,
leaning forward so as to make himself
heard above the pounding of the train.
"c Misteh, someping happen to me since
I seen you."
" What was it? "
"Make a guess, misteh," and he was
still laughing.
" I know, all right. Did you go and
do it?"
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" Look out, misteh! Don't ask! 01'
Misteh Mahsh mah'ied man."
The morning customer smiled benevolently.  "Glad to hear it," said he.
"What was her name - Belle? "
"Who? 'At Belle Hopkins? No,
seh! Huh-uh! I didn' mah'y'at guhl."
"You did n't?"
" Look heah, misteh! Crep' up to 'at
house one night an' ketch new cullud boy
'ith both ahms 'round 'at guhl. I jus' say,
'Good-by, my honey!' Yes, seh, she
lose Misteh Mahsh. Got someping betteh
'n 'at Belle. Got lady 'at had p'opehty.
Go 'way.! I s'pose I do n' know thing! "
"Got property, eh "
"Yes, seh - widow."
"A widow! "
"No mo' room-rents, misteh. I jus'
look oveh 'at Mis' White's house an' say,
' 0, I guess 'iss'11 do me.' I had huh
lovin' me befo' she know me two days. I
went faw 'at lady an' I landed 'uh."
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' How long have you been married? '
" Mo' 'an a month."
C Is she a young woman? "
" She ain't young as some of 'em otheh
babies I had lookin' out faw me, but you
'membeh what I tol' you once, misteh?
Cake-walks is good, but you can't eat'em.
You don' ketch me stahvin'. No, seh!
'At lady I got ain't so wahm on doze as
some of 'em, but she sutny fix up a pohk
chop 'at's bad to eat. 'At love 's all right,
misteh; but Misteh Mahsh sutny got to
have his pohk chops."
" Well, are you saving any money?"
" Look heah! Fannie takes 'at money
'way f'om me an' jus' gives me 'nough to
live on. My goodness, misteh! I sutny
got to hold out on Fannie when I play
'em numbehs."
" Have you caught anything yet?"
" No, seh; but I come might' neah it las'
week. Got two of 'em -want fawtyeight, an' fawty-sevem come."
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"What became of the other girlBelle? "
" Do n' ask me, misteh! She's nothin'
to me —no, seh. Huh an' 'at Lo'ena
Jackson- look heah! I'll have one of
'em-guhls hiahed to wuhk 'round 'e house
an' help Fannie."
"I thought you were going to marry
Belle."
" No, seh, I neveh caih faw 'at guhl noways. I done betteh! My goodness,
misteh! I s'pose I'm pooh. Got my own
dooh-step to set on, new suit o' cloze,
joined 'e lodge. Do n' speak to 'em cheap
cullud people no mo'. Goin' 'o tuhn in,
seh? Jus' you put 'em shoes outside an'
I '11 give 'em one of 'em ol' shines like
you use' to get."
The morning customer rolled into a
lower berth, and lay between the cool
sheets, smiling hard at the upper berth,
which Pink had lifted out of the way, in
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owned a section. He was trying to imagine Pink's house -the wall-paper, the
illuminated curtains, the nickeled stove in
the front room, and the picture of Abraham Lincoln. He heard creeping footfalls just outside his berth, and then a
voice, " Good-night, seh."




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