Old Uncle Mose, an ex-slave, was picking his way slowly through the headlines of the evening newspaper, while his faithful wife, Martha, hovered nearby to hear the scraps of comment which, from time to time, fell from the lips of the ancient darky. At length he came to the art column.
Uncle Mose scanned the headlines casually, then, with an expression of growing incredulity, scanned it again.
“I do declare,” he exclaimed, turning to his wife, “I jes can’t believe it! In de old days de Massa sold de slaves, but look at dis here paper. It says dat dey sold an old Massa de other day fur ten thousand dollars. Does you ‘spose de slaves did it? Times sho’ is changin’.”