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The Ballad of the Sad Café-5

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        ttle fingers and ate somet aste. It    even proper snuff    a mixture of sugar and cocoa. took, ting a little    bely into tongue w grimae over his face.

        "teetasted sour to me," ion. "t is take t snuff."

        till clustered around, feeling someion never quite    it empered by anotima tivity. No evening    Calvert . M. illin, Rosser e, Rip ellborn,    for Reverend illin, taken pleasure from somet and suffered in some    of tractable unless exasperated. Ea dollars or t afternoon, for it urday. So, for t, them as a whole.

        ting t in ably settled o s su an average    cetera -- pig o inquiries imate. Soon too fetcooed into tore, stole a box of animal crackers, and made off very quietly. So t yet opened her office door.

        type of person     sets    from otinct    to establise and vital tact betype. ore e tact ablisoing and talking t guano sack for tless evenings. toget t it urday nig fladness in tore. tension, also, partly because of ty of tuation and because Miss Amelia ill closed off i made her appearance.

        S t evening at ten oclock. And ting some drama at rance ed. Sreak of ink on one side of ted t o notioto tting, and for a moment li of tore sh only a peaceable surprise.

        "Does anyone    ing on?" sly.

        tomers, because it urday niged liquor. Noo bottles back by till. t sook tomers and ted it be lig after t    ordinary. Al o go around to t your bottle tsa. After getting omer o t. Or, if     in to e back around to t porcore and guzzle treet.    before it y of Miss Amelia, and no mistake about it -- but s regard t t door and took in tire inside of to be opened or drunk by a    time s to tc    back ttles into t store. More t s tably in a platter on ter and anyone wake one free.

        So no o t ;Cousin Lymon, ove?"

        "If you please, Amelia," t time o address Miss Amelia by    a title of respect? -- Certainly not en days. In faot sile, o address ;If you please, Ill    ;

        No . Recall t t ertime, and to    around ty outside    iled up tove in t bottles ss of licorice, a Neill a y and    in, togetra c ter or made table on barrels and sacks. Nor did tiousness, i giggles, or misbesoever. On trary te even to t of a certain timidness. For people in too gatoget to ing -- and t is a pleasure, tention of to s into you a keen fear of ty. But t of a café is altoget. Even t, greediest old rascal    tefully and pin a dainty and modest manner. For tmospies: felloions of tain gaiety and grace of beold to tore t nig t of til t time own.

        Noood most of to tc ticed , but most of time ened lonesomely on trutted about tore, eating from    once sour and agreeable. ood, t from tove cast a glo be looking iny, and uain joy.    so firmly set as usual, and sen. y ing.    nighe lover.

        to an end at midnigo everyone else in a friendly fas t door of    fot to bolt it. Sooreet s tores, to -- . And so es in    of the café.

        Noime must pass. For t four years are muc c t about bit by bit, in simple steps o be important. tio live o sell ables ore. tomers every evening, and on Saturday a great croo serve fried catfis fiftees a plate. to buying a fine mecore no longer, but ed into a proper café, open every evening from six until twelve oclock.

        Eac tairs ly of turnip greens, as Miss Amelia rubbed    and m    liquor to give rengto a point beyond reason, but nott of ill s and overalls, but on Sunday s on a dark red dress t    peculiar fasly cill loved a fierce la, but s so quick to c o exact cruel payments. Because tremely sociable, s about a little -- to revivals, to funerals, and so f self proved profitable and he only place of pleasure for many miles around.

        So for t regard ted viesteps    out for to . See ties -- anding by and doing absolutely not quick to point out any laziness among tumn afternoons t on teps c ba ter cypress is a deep black greeretcer see Miss Amelia bend doo let Cousin Lymon scramble on tled on o o    and treated Cousin Lymon to a picture-so some distant fair or cockfigook a passionate deligacles. Of course, ten sit fetairs. For t nigo lie looking into t leave o suffer    It may even be reaso t mainly on t; it    broug . So pose from suc let it rest.
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