Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 February 1911 — Perhaps. [ARTICLE]

Perhaps.

A traveler in Tennessee came across an aged negro seated in front of his cabin door basking in the sunshine. “He could have walked right on the stage tor an Uncle Tom’s part without a line of make-up,” says the traveler. “He must have been eighty years of age.” “Qood morning, uncle,'' said the stranger. . j ; “Mornin’, sah, mornin’" said, the aged one. Then he added, “Be you the gentleman over yonder from New York?” Being told that such was the case, the old darky said, “Do you mind .telling me something that has been botherin’ my old haid? 1 have got a grandson—he runs on tne Pullman cyars—and he done tells me that up thar in New York you all burn up youah folks when they die. He is a powerful liar, and I don’t believe him.” “Yes,” replied the other, "that Is the truth in some cases. We call it cremation.” “Well, you Buttenly surprize me” said the negro, and then he paused as if in deep reflection. Finally he said, “You-all know I am a Baptist. I believe in the resurrection of the life everlastin’ and the cornin’ of the Angel Gabriel and the blowin’ of that great horn, and. i>awdy me, how am they evah goin’ to find them folks on that great mawnin”?” It was too great a task for an off hand answer, and the suggestion was made that the aged one consult his .minister. Again the negro fell into a brown study, and then he raised his head and his eyes twinkled merrily, and he said in a soft voice: “Meanln’ no offense, sah, but from what-Ah have heard about New York i kinder calceriate they Is a lot of them New York people than doan wanter be found on that mornin’.— Cosmopolitan.