Good-mawn', suh." A few moments later, the colored man, seated on the front steps of the cottage, heard a mighty splashing within, while the rafters rang with stentorian song: "He promised to buy me a bunch o' blue ribbon, He promised to buy me a bunch o' blue ribbon, He promised to buy me a bunch o' blue ribbon, To tie up my bonny brown hair "Oh dear! What can the matter be?
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
Johnnie's so long at the Fair!" At the sound of this complaint, delivered in a manly voice, the listener's jaw dropped, and his mouth opened and stayed open.

"_Him!_" he muttered, faintly.

"_Singin'_!" "Well, the old Triangle knew the music of our tread; How the peaceful Seminole would tremble in his bed!" sang the editor.

"I dunno huccome it," exclaimed the old man, "an' dat ain' hyer ner dar; but, bless Gawd! de young man' happy!" A thought struck him suddenly, and he scratched his head.

"Maybe he goin' away," he said, querulously.