“De trade-wind,” came back promptly.
“Trade yore grandmammy’s black cat,” said the old man, wrathfully. “What wind got to do wid dis deestrick skule? You ’pear to be mighty windy yo’se’f. Nex’.”
“Wan’t dat de Pennsylvania whisky resurrecshun’?” timidly asked Pompey.
The old man glared at him. The Swipe held up his hand, and when the old man nodded, he said:
“De princerpal trade, Unc. Wash? ’Pears to me it was when ole Richard tried to trade his kingdom for a good hoss.”
“Wal,” said the old man, “tain’t down zactly dat way in my book, but I’m gwine give you de certificate, fur it ’pears lak you de only nigger on dat bench dat’s got enny hoss sense an’ dat’s de main thing in skule teachin.”
TROTWOOD.
“And Who Is My Neighbor?” Luke 10:29
By Rev. T. A. Wharton, D.D., First Presbyterian Church, Columbia, Tenn.
He was a Pharisee. He was also a scribe—a lawyer. And he stood up to tempt the Master. He would show this throng gathered about the Lord that their alleged prophet was only a cheap schemer—a designing Galilean playing upon their ignorance and credulity.