“Meenister,” he said, “might I ask where ye got the whusky in that tumbler?”
“I’m glad you put that question,” said the clergyman. “I purchased it at that den of iniquity, the public-house, which stands at the top of the street not a hundred yards from this place of worship.”
“Thank ye,” said the parishioner. “I’ll be goin’ there on the morrow. I’ve been troubled with worms myself.”
§ 104 An Anniversary to Be Remembered
Differences of an acute nature arose in a crap game on the Nashville wharf. The dispute had to do with the ownership of a five dollar bill. For possession of it there were two claimants,—a resident roustabout and a truculent-looking stranger from up St. Louis way.
The argument reached a crucial and critical stage. The right hand of the visiting nobleman stole slowly back toward his hip pocket.
“Nigger,” he inquired softly of his enemy, “whut date is dis?”
“I ain’t payin’ no heed to de dates,” said the Nashville darky.
“Well, you better do so,” said the stranger, “ ’cause jest twelve months frum to-day you’ll a’been daid perzackly one yeah.”