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DON MARQUIS
TO
MY WIFE
CHAPTER I
I nodded.
CHAPTER III
"Well, these folks has kind o' brung you up, and
you ain't never done more'n Hank made you
do. Mebby you orter stick to work a little more
when they's a job in the shop, even if Hank
don't."
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
She gives the core of the one she has been eating
a toss at me. But I ketched it, and made like I
was going to throw it back at her real hard. She
slung up her arm, and dodged back, and she dropped
her book.
So I tried agin.
CHAPTER VII
Martha wouldn't of took anything fur
being around Miss Hampton, she said.
Miss Hampton was kind of quiet and
sweet and pale looking, and nobody ever thought
of talking loud or raising any fuss when she was
around. She had enough money of her own to
run herself on, and she kep' to herself a good deal.
She had come to that town from no one knowed
where, years ago, and bought that place. Fur all
of her being so gentle and easy and talking with
one of them soft, drawly kind of voices, Martha
says, no one had ever dared to ast her about herself,
though they was a lot of women in that town that
was wishful to.
"But," says I, "if I went too fur with it, and was
hung fur it, how would you feel then, Martha?"
CHAPTER VIII
Time and tide wait for no man, and his days are few and full
of troubles. The paths of glory lead but to the grave, and
none can tell when mortal feet may stumble.
But the next day she hearn him and Mrs. Ostrich
giggling about something, and she has a reg'lar
tantrum, and jest fur meanness goes out and falls
down on the race track, pertending she has fainted,
and they can't move her no ways, not even roll
her. But finally they rousted her out of that by
one of these here sprinkling carts backing up agin
her and turning loose.
CHAPTER IX
Hartley L. Kirby
Umslopogus
The Patagonian Chieftain
Saturday, 3 P. M.
Old Vandegrift School Lot
Admission 50 Cents
"Yes."
"No."
She was away out over the lake now, and awful
high, and going fast before the wind, and the doctor
was only a speck. And as I stared at that speck
away up in the sky I thought this was a mean world
to live in. Fur there was the only real friend I
ever had, and no way fur me to help him. He had
learnt me to read, and bought me good clothes,
and made me know they was things in the world
worth travelling around to see, and made me feel
like I was something more than jest Old Hank
Walters's dog. And I guessed he would be drownded
and I would never see him agin now. And all of
a sudden something busted loose inside of me,
and I sunk down there at the edge of the water,
sick at my stomach, and weak and shivering.
CHAPTER X
She sets down and folds her arms, like she was
thinking of it, watching my hands closet all the
time I was eating, like she's looking fur scars where
something slipped when I done that agnostic work.
Purty soon she says:
"No," says she, "he fell off of it. And I'm think-
ing you don't know what it is yourself." And the
next thing I know I'm eased out o' the back door
and she's grinning at me scornful through the
crack of it.
CHAPTER XI
She nodded.
CHAPTER XII
"Nothing," says I.
CHAPTER XIII
"Who?" says I.
CHAPTER XV
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*AUTHOR'S NOTE--Can it be that Danny struggles vaguely
to report some reference to FIDUS ACHATES?
"What idea?"
"Why?" I asts.
"Because," he says, "he wants to be as much
like a white man as he possibly can. He strives
to burst his birth's invidious bar, Danny. They
talk about progress and education for the Afro-
American brother, and uplift and advancement
and industrial education and manual training and
all that sort of thing. Especially we Northerners.
But what the Afro-American brother thinks about
and dreams about and longs for and prays
to be--when he thinks at all--is to be white.
Education, to his mind, is learning to talk like a
white man. Progress means aping the white man.
Religion is dying and going to heaven and being a
WHITE angel--listen to his prayers and sermons
and you'll find that out. He'll do anything he can,
or give anything he can get his Ethiopian grub-
hooks on, for something that he thinks is going to
make him more like a white man. Poor devil!
Therefore the millions of Doctor Jackson Anti-
Curl.
"How?" asts I.
"What is it?"
Then he says:
CHAPTER XVI
We was.
We wasn't.
"Yo' all done struck the wo'st paht o' the South
to peddle yo' niggah medicine in, sah. I reckon
yo' must love 'em a heap to be that concehned
over the colour of their skins."
CHAPTER XVII
"Yass, suh!"
CHAPTER XVIII
The old man, he gets red all over his face, and up
into the roots of his white hair, and down into his
white beard, and makes believe he is a little mad at
the old lady fur showing him off that-a-way.
"MURDER!"
CHAPTER XX
"Death."
CHAPTER XXI
"I know how you feel about all this negro busi-
ness. And I feel the same way. We all know that
we must be the negros' masters. Grimes there
found that out when he came South, and the
idea pleased him so he hasn't been able to talk
about anything else since. Grimes has turned into
what the Northern newspapers think a typical
Southerner is.
"NO!"
"Kill the man and the boy here, and you must
kill me. Kill me, and you must kill Old Man
Withers, too."
CHAPTER XXII
"WANT it?"
"Gone?"
"Yes, and when we returned without her to
Tennessee there was a letter telling us not to try to
find her. We thought--I thought--that she
might have taken up with you once again."
CHAPTER XXIII
"Hullo!"
CHAPTER XXIV
"Yes--he died."
"Who's that?"
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