The Sport of the Gods

The Sport of the Gods

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Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar
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THE SPORT OF THE GODS
by
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

Author of "Lyrics of Lowly Life," "Poems of Cabin and Field,"
"Candle-Lightin' Time," "The Fanatics," etc.
Originally published in 1902

Contents
I. The Hamiltons
II. A Farewell Dinner
III. The Theft
IV. From a Clear Sky
V. The Justice of Men
VI. Outcasts
VII. In New York
VIII. An Evening Out
IX. His Heart's Desire
X. A Visitor from Home
XI. Broken Hopes
XII. "All the World's a Stage"
XIII. The Oakleys
XIV. Frankenstein
XV. "Dear, Damned, Delightful Town"
XVI. Skaggs's Theory

XVII. A Yellow Journal
XVIII. What Berry Found

I
THE HAMILTONS
Fiction has said so much in regret of the old days when there were
plantations and overseers and masters and slaves, that it was good to
come upon such a household as Berry Hamilton's, if for no other reason
than that it afforded a relief from the monotony of tiresome iteration.
The little cottage in which he lived with his wife, Fannie, who was
housekeeper to the Oakleys, and his son and daughter, Joe and Kit, sat
back in the yard some hundred paces from the mansion of his employer.
It was somewhat in the manner of the old cabin in the quarters, with
which usage as well as tradition had made both master and servant
familiar. But, unlike the cabin of the elder day, it was a neatly furnished,
modern house, the home of a typical, good-living negro. For twenty
years Berry Hamilton had been butler for Maurice Oakley. He was one
of the many slaves who upon their accession to freedom had not left the
South, but had wandered from place to place in their own beloved
section, waiting, working, and struggling to rise with its rehabilitated
fortunes.
The first faint signs of recovery were being seen when he came to
Maurice Oakley as a servant. Through thick and thin he remained with
him, and when the final upward tendency of his employer began his
fortunes had increased in like manner. When, having married, Oakley
bought the great house in which he now lived, he left the little servant's
cottage in the yard, for, as he said laughingly, "There is no telling when
Berry will be following my example and be taking a wife unto
himself."
His joking prophecy came true very soon. Berry had long had a
tenderness for Fannie, the housekeeper. As she retained her post under

the new Mrs. Oakley, and as there was a cottage ready to his hand, it
promised to be cheaper and more convenient all around to get married.
Fannie was willing, and so the matter was settled.
Fannie had never regretted her choice, nor had Berry ever had cause to
curse his utilitarian ideas. The stream of years had flowed pleasantly
and peacefully with them. Their little sorrows had come, but their joys
had been many.
As time went on, the little cottage grew in comfort. It was replenished
with things handed down from "the house" from time to time and with
others bought from the pair's earnings.
Berry had time for his lodge, and Fannie time to spare for her own
house and garden. Flowers bloomed in the little plot in front and behind
it; vegetables and greens testified to the housewife's industry.
Over the door of the little house a fine Virginia creeper bent and fell in
graceful curves, and a cluster of insistent morning-glories clung in
summer about its stalwart stock.
It was into this bower of peace and comfort that Joe and Kitty were
born. They brought a new sunlight into the house and a new joy to the
father's and mother's hearts. Their early lives were pleasant and
carefully guarded. They got what schooling the town afforded, but both
went to work early, Kitty helping her mother and Joe learning the trade
of barber.
Kit was the delight of her mother's life. She was a pretty, cheery little
thing, and could sing like a lark. Joe too was of a cheerful disposition,
but from scraping the chins of aristocrats came to imbibe some of their
ideas, and rather