er Mary
Lizzie" between the twanks.

"I'm er goin' down to Sister Mary Lizzie Banksies;
Sister Mary Lizzie is the daughter of Brother Banks,
An' I think er great 'eal of Sister Mary Lizzie;
Sister Lizzie, I've got ter tell you-u-u."

Pausing in front of the door, he would roll up his sleeves, stretch his
mouth, roll his eyes and make all kinds of comical expressions. "Sister
Mary Lizzie, I'm jus' out er jail-l-l, I'm full er lice-e-e; but jus' as
soon as I take er bath I'm comin' back to see you-u-u, for I have
news-s-s-s to tell you-u-u." The young lady would often have to run in
and lock her doors when she'd see this harmless nuisance approaching.

George Howe was one of the few that listened to the Colonel and Teck
Pervis in the Wigwam on this particular night in October. Even when the
ghastly plans of the murderous clan were being discussed, no one thought
of excluding the town fool, who stood gaping around taking it all in.
Schults, the German, was arranging things in and about his well-filled
and well-patronized grocery store on Castle street on the following
morning, when George Howe entered. Grabbing a handful of dried apples
from a tray which sat upon the counter, he stuffed them into his mouth,
threw his long legs across a flour barrel and momentarily watched the
German as he busied himself about the store. "You didn't git out las'
night, Schults," said he to the German, gulping the apples down to clear
his throat for conversation.

"Oudt! oudt weer?" asked Schults, pausing with a tray of onions in his
hands. "To the meetin' in the Wigwam," answered George. "They done er
powerful lot er plannin' there las' night. The Dimocrats mean business
this time. They say they'll carry the election this time or kill every
Nigger in the district. An' white men who are lukewarm, who don't come
out an' take er stan' with white men will share Niggers' fate. They got
the names of the lukewarm in this affair. I don't want ter skeer you,
Schults, but you are on the black list." Schults had laid down the tray
of onions and was eyeing George from behind the showcase. "What did you
say boudt black lisdt, Gheorge?" "I say they read your name on the black
list last night, an' that means they are goin' ter kill yer, for their
air determin' ter kill everything in the way of white supremacy. I don't
want ter skeer you, Schults; I jes' wan' ter warn you. You hain't tended
eny of their meetings, and they conclude you ai