The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1878-02-01

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gave the word for him to 60 he
sprang forward with such velocity
as to very nearly dismount Eph. /;
and he did not slacken his pace, for
Eph. could not control him entirely.
| stood in the cabin door and
watched them disappear in the
darkness. Alter closing the door |
seated myself to await his return.
| did not 90 up to my fathers house
as Eph. had said he would return
soon.
[ did not have to wait long for |
soon heard the clatter of a horses
hoofs on the avenue, sounding so.
distinctly that | knew there was no
horse could 90 so fast, and that it
must be Satan. This startled me,
for | knew that Eph. would die
before he would return without
having performed his duty, and this
was too soon for him to have gone
to La Monde's. | arose and ran
to the door, and Satan dashed past
nc riderless. | knew that some>
thing had happened to Eph., and
not caring for my own safety l se>
cured the horse, sprang upon his
back, and dashed away to the ave
nue which led to La Mondc's. The
horse went then as he had never
gone before, for | urged him along
and we fairly few. Suddenly he
SHE'D desperately to one side, and
there, lying in the road, | saw a
dark object. l dismounted in haste
and secured Satan to a tree, the
horse being quite submissive after
his long run, and running to Eph.,
for it was be, | raised him in my
arms and said: "Eph +! Ephl poor
old Eph., what is the matter ?"
He was gasping for breath, and
said: "Massa Clar, old Eph. is most
done for; de robbers did shoot me,
but, Massa Clar, Eph.'s got de
little book yet; de robbers tried to
| get it, but held on. | tell you,
Massa Clar, it hurt me, too, for dey
shot me in the arm, but | was agoin
10 keep de little book for Miss
Georgia, Massa Clar, an you have
got it; now old Eph. can die an
no. feel sorry about de book. Mas
sa Clar, dere is a pain at Eph's |
heart tellin' ne ] an goin' to die.
Oh, Massa Clar, can't you pray for
ole Eph? l knows dat Use been
awful wicked. Pray. Massa Clar-
pray-fo-Eph. 'a--agoin."
ooh, no, Eph., you are are not
going to die; you were not wicked,
Eph.. you were always good and
kind. Don't go, Eph., dont't go!'
"Ycs, Ma7sa CIar, Eph. is agoin',
Good-by, Massa Clar-good>by."
And throwing his arms around my
neck, poor noble>hearted Eph. died
in my arms. gel.
Fortunately the owner of neigh
boring plantation came riding by in
his spring,wagon, and with his kind
assistance, tearfully picking him up,
| tenderly placed him in the wagon
before me and bore him home.
Satan seemed to know that some-
thing was wrong. for he walked
home as quietly as a horse could.
There were sorrowing hearts on the
for mouths after Uncle ..
Eph. died, for be was loved by all.
Georgia La Monde was at the funeral
and brought some daises and roses
for the grave. Oh! how my grief
was lessened by my great love for
Georgia. She looked like an angel
when she tende.ly placed rose in
Uncle Eph.'s hand and burst out
crying, for she had known Eph.,
aud | Lad not known that she had.
A few days after Uncle Eph.'s
funeral | went 10 the La Monde
plantation to see Georgia, for | had ,
ceen introduced to her at Uucle
Eph.'s funeral: | returned to her I
he diary which she had missed. 7
1t has been years since Uncle l
Eph. was killed, and Georgia and / d
ire now married, for during the in a
time we understood each q
,ther by my confessing my love TO i
ler and being accepted by her, i
Ter father gave his consent and we U
ire now happy as husband and wife a
IAN be. il
But after all these years | cannot t