FOLKS FROM DIXIE
Just then something did happen. A piece of soft mud hurled from some unknown source caught the minister square in the chest, and spattered over his clothes. He raised his eyes and glanced about quickly, but no one was in sight. Whoever the foe was, he was securely ambushed.
"Thrown by the hand of a man," mused Dokesbury, "prompted by the malice of a child."
He went on his way, finished his business, and returned to the house.
"La, Brothah Dokesbury!" exclaimed Aunt Caroline, "what's de mattah 'f yo' shu't bosom?"
"Oh, that's where one of our good citizens left his card."
"You don' mean to say none o' dem low-life scoun'els —"
"I don't know who did it. He took particular pains to keep out of sight."
"'Lias!" the old woman cried, turning on her son, "wha' 'd you let Brothah Dokesbury go off by hisse'f fu'? Why n't you go 'long an' tek keer o' him?"
The old lady stopped even in the midst of
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