NELSE was informed by the Agent of the Freedman's Bureau when summoned before that tribunal that he must pay a fee of one dollar for a marriage license and be married over again.
"What's dat? Dis yer war bust up me en Eve's marryin'?"
"Yes," said the Agent. "You must be legally married."
Nelse chucked on a brilliant scheme that flashed through his mind.
"Den I see you ergin 'bout dat," he said as he hastily took his leave.
He made his way homeward revolving his brilliant scheme. "But won't I fetch dat nigger Eve down er peg er two! I gwine ter make her t'ink I won' marry her nohow. I make'er ax my pardon fur all dem little disergreements. She got ter talk mighty putty now sho nuf!" And he smiled over his coming triumph.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon when he reached his cabin door on the lot back of Mrs. Gaston's home. Eve was busy mending some clothes for their little boy now nearly five years old.
"Good evenin', Miss Eve!"
Eve looked up at him with a sudden flash of her eye.
"What de matter wid you nigger?"
"Nuttin' tall. Des drapped in lak ter pass de time
