Beasley's Christmas party . reaking of a small hub andaxle seemed to indicate that he was pushingor pulling a childs wagon or perambulator upand down the walk from the kitchen door to 41 the stable. Whiles, he proffered soothing music:over and over he repeated the chant, thoughwith variations; encountering in turn his brother,his daughter, each of his parents, his uncle, hiscousin, and his second-cousin, one after theother ascending the same slope with the sameperilous leisure. Lay still, honey. He interrupted his in-junctions to the second-cousin. Des keepon a-nappin an a-breavin de Pesh air.
Beasley's Christmas party . reaking of a small hub andaxle seemed to indicate that he was pushingor pulling a childs wagon or perambulator upand down the walk from the kitchen door to 41 the stable. Whiles, he proffered soothing music:over and over he repeated the chant, thoughwith variations; encountering in turn his brother,his daughter, each of his parents, his uncle, hiscousin, and his second-cousin, one after theother ascending the same slope with the sameperilous leisure. Lay still, honey. He interrupted his in-junctions to the second-cousin. Des keepon a-nappin an a-breavin de Pesh air. Dasswhas go mek you good an well agin. Then there spoke the strangest voice thatever fell upon my ear; it was not like a childs,neither was it like a very old persons voice;it might have been a grasshoppers, it was sothin and little, and made of such tiny waversand quavers and creak-ings. I—want— said this elfinvoice, I—want—Bill—Ham-mersley! The shabby phaetonwhich had passed mycousins house wasdrawing up to the. curb near Beasleys gate. Evidently the oldnegro saw it. Hi dar! he exclaimed. Look at dat!Hain Bill a comin yonnah des edzacly on dedot an to de vey spot an instink when youquiah fo im, honey ? Dar come Mist Dave,right on de minute, an you kin bet yo lashunnud dollahs he got dat Bill Hammersleywif im! Come along, honey-chile! Ahs goto pull you roun in de side yod fo to meet em. The small wagon creaked away, the chantresuming as it went. Mr. Dowden jumped out of the phaeton witha wave of his hand to the driver, Beasley him-self, who clucked to the horse and drove throughhis open carriage-gates and down the drive onthe other side of the house, where he was lostto my view. Dowden, entering our own gate, nodded in afriendly fashion to me, and I advanced to meethim. Some day I want to take you over nextdoor, he said, cordially, as I came up. Youought to know Beasley, especially as I hearyoure doing some political reporting. Dave 43 Beasleys going to be the next
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