American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1873-01-11
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tives in Fraace in regard to it p
Letters was writ tellin' all about it,
but nothin' ever came ont. Pr'aps they
didn't git 'em, p'r'aps they didn't care;
Anyhow. they didn't write. Sally stayed
to our house. and we got to lOvin' 'er pet,
tern ever. Parson Blake's wife wanted
to adopt her-an' l guess 'twOuld ma,
been better on some accounts if they'd
ha' took 'er-but my old woman couldn't
bear the idee o. partin' with 'er, so we
lest KEEP Ter. She's been with us twelve
year or more, an better gal never trod
in shOe-leather. 1 should hate to
lose Ter, and sod my old woman,
but what's best is best. I've got duty
to perform, an I'm a-goin' to do it.
where she'll be happy. an where there
amt no Bill Joneses. Thought, p'r'aps;
YOU could cit 'er chance to teach school
or somethin' o. that kind-AOwn in the
city"
"Of course I'll help you all Can. But
are you sure that Sally will be willing to
leave yOu?''
.Hain't said nothin' to 'er about it, an
don't mean to till the-time comes. Pm
a-goin' to fool Bill Jones, if kim"
ssPshaw!" said I, if Sally is the girl l
think she is, you needn't worry about her
accepting any unworthy sutton. Have
you ever seen anything to lead you to
think she loves JOnesT'
''No, but gals gal, and in love-mat-
tiers one ON ems the same as another.
They're all run in one mold. An when
a teller hangs on to all etarnity, as Bill
Jones has, the gals sure to cave in time,
whether she likes i'm at fust or not.
That's why want to git 'er Off"
promised Sam to have a talk with his
fair charge on the morrow, so as to judge
of her qualifications; and assured him
that would exert myself to provide for
her a suitable position as soon as l RETURN
ed to the city.
At daybreak, to my great relief, Joe re-
turned to duty, and Sam and went down
the mountain. He crossed the stream,
whose murmur we had heard throughout
the night, and followed the road over a
sandy level worn into deep ruts by the
ore-wagons. A short walk brought us to
the outskirts of the village, before enter
ing which Sam turned aside into the bury
ing-grOund, mOtiOning me to follow. A
few PAGES within the gate we came to a
grassy mound marked by single stone.
I read:
s'Sacred to the memory OF Jean d'Au-
bigne, Celeste his wife, and Francois their
son. who died August %, lS49.'
They were all put into one
tear from his eye. That's Sally's
name, the same as her mothers;
but 1 like Sally the best. Wa-al, let's git
along. My old woman I'll be a-waitin'
breakfast for u.s.
Thus ended my night with Sam lib
belts. The insight which he gave me into
the mysteries of charcoal burning was
never of much practical benefit; but l
l shall ever regard the few hours spent
upon the mountain as the most precious
of my life.
kept my promise, AMI obtained place
in New York for Sally. She has now
filled it for nearly ten years to the COM
plete satisfaction of her employer, who
could not be induced to part with her on
any consideration.
AS pen these last words, my dear wife
Celeste looks over my shoulder, and re-
quests me to add thar the satisfaction is
D. CAanspiia. yr. in Apple