“Mis’ Manie,” said Aunt Milly, “I’m goin’ tell you how I put that there biggety preachin’ man in his place. Yere yistiddy evenin’ jest ’fo’ suppertime, I wuz settin’ on my front po’ch w’en the Rev’n Rogers come along by. He sees me settin’ there an’ he stops an’ fumbles wid the gate latch an’ he sez to me he sez, ‘Sist’ Carter, I would have speech with thee?’—jest lak that. “Now, Mis’ Manie, I ain’t aimin’ to let no nigger whatsoever, even ef he is a min’ster of the gospel, use mo’ stylish language ’en whut I kin. So I sez right back to him, I sez, ‘Rev’n, draw nigh an’ ye shall be heard!’ “So he undo the gate an’ come on up the walk to my do’step. But no sooner do he start in to speak ’en I know whut ’tis he’s fixin’ to say. He fixin’ to ax my sympathy on ’count of that tore-down limb of a onmarried daughter of his’n havin’ got herse’f mixed up in a scandalizin’ an’ bein’ tawked about all over the neighborhood. So, jest soon ez I sees whut he’s drivin’ at, I th’ows up my right hand like this, an’ I sez to him, I sez, “‘Rev’n,’ I sez, ‘hold! Yere last fall,’ I sez, ‘w’en my husband, Isaiah Carter, at the age of seventy-fo’ w’en he should a’knowed better, wuz mekin’ hisse’f kind of promisc’us by hangin’ ’round two of the lady members of the congregation, an’ I went to you,’ I sez, ‘an’ axed you, az the pastor, to ’monstrate wid him, whut did you do? Jest because he’d done give you five dollars fur the new organ fund, you tole me to shet up my black mouth an’ go on home an’ ’tend to my own bizness.’ “‘Rev’n,’ I sez, ‘ez ye sows, so shall ye reap! Rev’n, pass on!’” § 290 The Original Package Marjorie, aged four, marched into the grocer’s to tell the news. “We’ve got a new baby brother up at our house,” she said. “You don’t tell me!” said the grocer. “Is he going to stay with you?” “I guess so,” said Marjorie; “he’s got his things off.” § 291 The Voice of a Husband An Eastern college professor, on his first visit to Yellowstone Park, attempted to study at close range the grizzly bears that came down to the garbage heaps back of the Fountain Hotel for their provender. An irritable she-bear, with a cub in tow, resented his scientific curiosity. She hauled off and slapped him about fifteen feet and was preparing to claw him when Mrs. Professor came running up, armed with an umbrella, and by opening and closing it repeatedly, so frightened the bear that she departed without doing any serious injury to the startled investigator. On the following day, two cowboys who, in the season, served as park guides, were discussing the affair. Said the first one: “I claim that was a powerful brave woman, takin’ her own life in her hands to save that fool husband of hers.” “I don’t see nothin’ so brave about it,” said his friend. “Anybody would do that.” “Like hell they would! Spose’n some bear had your wife down and was fixin’ to claw her to death—what would you do?”