Co'se they turned Rosie right out in
the road I hain't got a word to say
agin Dave's wife fer that; an' atter a
while the boys lets Dave come back, to
take keer o' his ole mammy, of co'se,
but I tell ye Dave's a-playin' a purty
lonesome tune. He keeps purty shy YIT.
He don't nuver sa'nter down this way.
'Pears like he don't seem to think hit's
healthy fer him down hyeh, an' I reckon
Dave's right.
Rosie? Oh, well, I sorter tuk Rosie
in myself. Yes, she's been livin' thar
in the shack with me an' my boy Jim,
an' the-- Why, thar he is now, stranger.
That's him a-wallerin' out thar in the
road. Do you reckon thar'd be a single
thing agin that leetle cuss ef he had to
stan' up on Jedgment Day jes as he is
now?
Look hyeh, stranger, whut you reckon
the Lawd kep' a-writin' thar on the
groun' that day when them fellers was
a-pesterin' him 'bout that pore woman?
Don't you jes know he was a writin'
'bout sech as HIM--an' Rosie? I tell
ye, brother, he writ thar jes what I'm
al'ays a-sayin'.
Hit hain't the woman's fault. I said
it more'n two year ago, when Rosie was
up thar at ole Dave's, an' I said it
yestiddy, when my boy Jim come to
me an' 'lowed as how he aimed to
take Rosie down to town to-day an'
git married.
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