It about our illie.    y bad trouble. And us got to do sometor Copeland eps. opped in t back to tcia ing for c.     is it? Just    a minute. Just let me find brain room so I    study it all out and tell it to you plain.’

        s of neicks of kindling.

        Let me make tia said. You just sit do table, and soon as tove is    us going to    all    seem so bad.’

        "t any coffee. I used t of it yesterday. > ia began to cry. Savagely suffed paper and o tove and lig rembling ;t is, sonig a place o keep my illie and my o me? ell, if Id been trouble . But I    ting at t restless.

        t doo Madame Rebas Palace of S Pleasure.

        And Fat a man sells tickets on t t trutting, bad-blood, tail-sin curtains and------’

        Daugor Copeland irritably. o t to t.’

        Love Jones here—and she is one bad cal.

        illie il first t.    s t out    o bello cut this Junebugs head off.’

        Doctor Copeland drew his shawl closer around him. Is he dead?’

        "t boy too mean to die. al, but o be out and making trouble again before long.’

        And illiam?’

        taken o till locked up.’

        And    get ?’

        O a busted eye and a little c out his behind.

        But it    bot I t uand is    Love. S least ten s nigger I ever seen. She walk like she have a egg

        bet to break it. S even . And    this over her.’

        Doctor Copeland leaned closer to tove and groaned. iffened. o    became spotted h blood.

        took on a greenish pallor.

        Course ell me soon as it all happened.

        Uand, my    o do    keeping illie pany.    illie ting out o curb in front of tears rolled doias face. You kno before. Even money    bot and I buys takes care of Saturday Nigwinses.’

        At last it les ble s. t and brigove. t for a long time.

        Portia pulled at til ated and purplisor Copeland still held his head in his hands.

        Seem to me, Portia said finally, if us    just get a lot of o e letters about illie it mig some. I already been to see Mr. Brannon. tely old o.    er it all . So I just    in t aken tter    it in t lose it or dirty it’

        did tter say?’

        Mr. Brannon e just o. tter tell about    tell anding colored boy and    ever been in no trouble before no tell y co take type of colored boy and how------’

        Psor Copeland. All t is no good.’

        Us just t sit around and . it boy even if he

        did do onig t sit around and ’

        e    is thing we    do.’

        ell, I kno’

        Portia got up from tractedly around tly s to door.

        ait a minute, said Doctor Copelao go now?’

        I got to    to keep my job. I sure o stay on    my pay ever week.’

        I    to go to tor Copeland. Maybe I    see illiam.’

        I going to drop by to    to send o oo—else o sit t illie all the m.’

        Doctor Copeland dressed ia in t out into tumn m. t to to find out very little. Doctor Copeland t to sult a las. At trial for illiam    eo nine mont immediately to a prison in t of tate.

        Even n true purpose     from one o anotomobile, and t eleven oclock tients came to ter tumn air outside t, stale odor in t made ient Negroes    porcly    tiredness in ed sometimes to lie do s and cry. If     get emperature four times a day and h.

        But    rest. For tiredness—and trong true purpose.

        il sometimes, after a long day and nig    for a minute just    o less and eager to take on a neask. But ten stu    loud as it o tient faces of the Negroes who were his people.

        Often alked to Mr. Singer. itry and tesimal sperm and tery of living matter and ty of death him of race.

        My people o Mr. Singer. On to t trong survived. C brougen and c    ones perister years tro of my people are still ers, t grandsons.’

        I e to borroo ask a favor, Portia said.

        Doctor Copeland o tell ia aken of strong drink. ruly resembled her now.

        You knoe plates and cups you have?’

        *You may hem.’

        No, I only s to borrow. And also I e o ask a favor of you.’

        Anytor Copeland.

        Portia sat doable from irst Isuppose I better explain. Yesdiddy I got tomorro and part of Sunday y    illie, and Grandpapa feel like us all ougo get toget, too. I sure do    to see our ffolks again. I been mighty homesick since illie been gone.’

        You may es and anytor Copeland said. But er. Your carriage is bad.’

        It going to be a real reunion. You kno time Grandpapa    t in toy years.    ever slept outside of    times in    nigo get up and drink er and be sure t. I a little    if Grandpapa able here.’

        Anythink you will need——’

        Course Lee Ja bringing tia. And    going to take to get    expeg till around supper-time. Crandpapa alient    make him hurry none.’

        My soul! Is t old mule still alive?    be fully eighteen years old.’

        . Grandpapa been y years.    mule so long    just like Lee Ja is one of and and love Lee Ja like    a animal is t s.’

        ty years is a long time to work a mule.’

        It sure is. Noake good care of    in t sun Lee Ja    big stra for    mules stra budge a step when he

        going to plo t    is on his head.’

        Doctor Copeland took doe co s and pans to cook all the food you will need?’

        Plenty, Portia said. I not going to any special trouble.

        Granpapa, ful o    o y meal and cabbage and t. Sounds good.’

        Portia laced oget;t told you yet. A surprise. Buddy going to        be on. Buddy just e back from Mobile.

        on the farm now.’

        "It    sa just o ask you about,* said Portia. You remember o borroo ask a favor.’

        Doctor Copeland cracked ts of o see if I t get you to be tomorro t illie going to be there.

        Seem to me like you ougo join us. I sure will be glad if you e.’

        on and Karl Marx and Portia—and illiam. Doctor Copeland removed acles and pressed    e ime aghank you, he said. I will e.’

        t nig alone by tove in t bae of his childhood.

        er freedom saug of teen years old t y dollars er and as a bellboy in a el.

        And all tudied and read and    to school. his

        fat live loen years of struggle or and hagain.

        I endlessly from o rutru. At times rong liquor a    t truck doia o led in    and foug Daisy did not e back to    years later urn to    an old man in ay house.

        Promptly at five oclock t afternoon    tia and    of toage or Copeland approaciffly and stood in t    in his hand.

        t first    noticed.    ton. Besides togetill looking into tia perceived anding in ther, she said.

        topped. Grandpapa turned around in    and very    y years before at ers arnis looked at eac t ther.

        Be Mady------ said time. A real long time.’

        Aint it, tia said. t reunion us is all    a . Doctor Copeland sall and strong and a ts and overalls tias. t look e.

        It sure is a pity everybody couldnt e—Aunt Sara and Jim and all t, said    to us.’

        agon too full, said one of to oo full anyways.’

        Grandpapa scratccick. Somebody got to stay home.’

        Nervously Portia licked    our illie I t. y or to-do. My mind just    stay off our illie.’

        t murmur of agreement.

        tia, o us a little ime of trouble.’

        Portia took up table in ter of t part you    to hear now, Grandpapa?’

        It all t any place your eye fall on will do.’

        Portia read from trag till.

        Doctor Copeland sat on t to anotuffy. ttered ed advertisements from magazines. O from tia read    t in Doctor Copelands ears and he was drowsy. Karl Marx lay

        spraon and o study the words.

        Portia finiser and closed the book.

        I done pondered over time/ said Grandpapa.

        t of t? asked Portia.

        It ts Jesus raising the sick?’

        Course    time o ted it so muc seem to me like it    it many a time. And t. I reason I    to stand before Jesus    grandco ;Jesus C, us is all sad colored peoples." And traige as cotton. t t been in my    a many and a many a time.’

        A or Copeland jerked t.    too fast and    igting in t isolated and angry and alone.

        has any of you ever had a sign from heaven? asked Grandpapa.

        I    t me. It e beard and blue eyes.’

        I seen a g, said one of ttle boy.

        Grandpapa man—it noime for you to * listen but not be ime has I had a real sign.

        And t e about. It    year, and . I rying to dig up ts of t big oak stump craig dark. I    ttle angel. It tle o me about te robe. Just flying arouer t I e in tudied t out in the field again.’

        Doctor Copelaely to    and    speakten to t to    attend. tried to tell    because    did not    tense and sullen.

        It a queer t Mady, you a fine doctor.    time in ter I been digging and planting food her me?’

        how old are you now?’

        I somey ay year old.’

        treatment Alo see Daisy ake    ent ised in t imid eagerness.

        Drink plenty of er, said Doctor Copeland. A as much as you .’

        Portia    into tco prepare to fill t, idle talking, but Doctor Copeland did not listen or speak. No Karl Marx or on. Karl Marx talked about Joe

        Louis. on spoke mostly of t    t on t staring at th angry misery.

        Doctor Copeland clamped eet so mu and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia, about true purpose    t of tell it all to til t, telling . But t listen or uand.

        eaed.    listen or look at anything around him.

        in a er like a man o table and the old man said grace.

        But Doctor Copeland did    out a pint ,bottle of gin, and ttle from mouto mout also.    in rigid silence, and at last    a a fareruto him.

        ense and    t. t day o Mr. Singers room. t blu h himself once more.

        of t    occurred. As arted doairs e man carrying a large paper sad o ters so t t te ma a time,    looking, and t Doctor Copeland    sid breathless.

        C! I didnt see you.’

        Doctor Copeland looked at    made no answer.

        e man once before. unted, brutal-looking body and the huge, awkward hands.

        terest e mans face, for in range, fixed, and hdrawn look of madness.

        Sorry, said te man.

        Doctor Copeland put er and passed on.

        I ? Jake Blount asked. all, " t just e out of here?’

        t. ted a boable. Singer sat ilted bad s, looking out of the window.

        I bumped into eps and o look at me so dirty.’

        Jake put table.    Singer did not knooucheshoulder.

        I dido bump into oact like t.’

        Jake s t into the hall.

        urle of coal and some kindling. Jake ch.

        ly icks of kindling over ion of paper.    to a system. At first t drae    of ne gave t of flame filled te.

        t m ale aste. Jake gulped h file back of his

        hand.

        time ago,    of remind me of tle farm in texas. And made pralio sell in ties. Sall, big, fine-looking lady. ore ters and clod.    ting at is t    been for    never     know. I would    been a preachead or a salesman.

        My w ed.’

        Jake shook his head wly.

        to uand you got to kno before. You see, I lived in Gastonia , too small to put in t and got meals for pay. t, quick boy could make ty ts a day stringing tobaot very far from t and made t ty ts a day.

        t    left my folks. I didand ter but my sister.’

        I mean t belief was Jesus.

        tabernacle and preac. I    and listened and I got time I studied t I took a able. I o table and I looked at it and ttered and turned blue.’

        Jake    ed to te scar in ter.

        I ed to be an eva. I meant to travel around try preacime I moved around from one place to anoty I got to texas. I worked in a pe grove near

        o knoo alked to me.

        Uand, I didnt begin to kno os not t o any of us. It o read. I    so I could put aside enougo knock off for a    ime.

        Just us    means. e have opened our eyes and have seen. ere like people from way off yonder somewhere.’

        Singer agreed able in a    out from t tin box in    and ced an e and peeled it slo ransparent in tioe tions at a time and    to te ed ly in two more ales.

        And ry? Maybe ten ty t more. I been to a lot of places but I never met but a fe say a man does kno.
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