The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1879-10-25
THE "UNFORTINIrs.~

Family Gathering Under the Willows.
sim sorry enough" said the red
chseked, gray-bearded !. old station
xsnt at South Verona Junction, as 1
dighted from the Ashuckum express.
~fhe Boston train has gone. It's the
NV 'rangement made to accommodate
he tunnel line at Greenville, and there's
bssn somebody left over here every day
iuce it took effect; it amt goin' ter
a. he went on in voice of chagrin,
MI be was personally responsible for
he eompany's miscalculatiOns.
SHOW you've got four mortal hours
ter wait, and it's terrible dull place
bra stranger ter wait in. This ere
hsvin' passengers left over at South
vsrony is new business-but," with .
little ftart of recollection and in q dep
ncatory tone, "there's swamp honey
sackles out here just a little way, lots
"a EN-. Ladies come up from the city
On purpose ter pick 'em-but perhaps
Nv don't care nothin' about 'ena, ehP"
10, thank you for speaking of
hem." said, -s'they are my especial de-
hsht. Do you think you can direct me
ntAat | can find where they grow?"
am send that leetle unfortinit along
Win you; she'll be glad ter 60. Whers
sthe childf She's ginerAlly som'ers
hound in sight or hearin'. Hillow
eera unfortiniti" he shouted in q voice
shieh was laughable imitation Of Q
hxpitched locomotive whistle.
Directly In response to the call, .
ysllow, bushy head, followed by .
lhnp, square little body, appeared
MN the half-open doorway Of ; neigh
edng shanty, and, in q moment, q
nondescript, wee creature stood beside
= nodding her round head shrewdly
Eager confirmation of the directions
- eood-natured station-agent gave me.
What is your namef'' I asked, look.
s down into the square little girls face
ssa any blue eyes, as we went out Of the
ss1on together along the edge Of the
1eeded bank.
och! sure an don't ye know I be
stnlm's girlP" she answered, in . dia-
- which was curious mixture Of Irish
sao Yankee. 81 be the wun what VA
weln Brislin's house burnt up-lasl
year tbs now-an' all the Brislins,
cpt me. was burnt up in it. I crawled
eas the windy; don't ye knowr 1t tolt
= sooct It in the papers. hain't saw
.ole since that day but they all bt
suoo 70 me in the shanty village, an
u enough TO eat mostly. / stays any
xnere where there bees childer 70 lool
NAT NAT ! was used to that; but OF,
sulloes-there was load of em-Wa!
ectns IN the fire, an Uncle Sammy
W took to calm me the unfortinit
g now that bees what I'm called most
y @ough some Of them says, kinda
IKE 1T be Brislin's girl Uncll
nny. it was he that sint ma with "a
8 @ vile an al Of 'em calls hin On
oemmy-he says it's sdtedpl strang'
Wv % many o. the unfortinit soFt hap
~ hound here. There b. Stree o
- up there In the Willers, or four
xunen' the babby," pointing with tn
49, tore6nger OF her brown,s fat
E hand. Ugh" as the long
- swsying branches of the tan vii
i ne near US whipped about in tn
Snlng breeze, turning the white un
ssee OF their tender leaves to th
Ugh! do you believe that be
Why should it bep" asked, shiver
= spite Of myself at such . sepul
M zone coming from the diminutiv'
-! ct my guide. .tsess9 ~
nm hyP bekase there be graves in tn
ard that the little willows fenc
HE big willow be the shady tree
~ sammy knows all aboutit.. He'l
.. the tree stories, if ye Askahiu
-ey be curis Stories. /, mesef, n
when the ole man lay in "a
house yonder, dead IS . ham