New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-07-19

IN the llRht Oh the moon, by the side of the wa
wait for her coming from over the seas;
wait but to welcome the dust Of my daugh-
The path as of Old, reaching out in its splen-
CLEANS bright, like way that an angel has
kiss the cold burden it's pillows surrender,
Sweet clay to lie under the pitiful sod:
But she rests, at the end of the path, in the
Whose 'butlder and maker is God"
MARTYRS CABBAGE SHOP.
BY MRS. .REBEccA HARDING DAVIS.
Bugby was hungry.
Being a boy he was always hungry;
but there were especial reasons, this
cold, nipping morning, why his stomach
should gnaw so savagely under his tight
little jacket. In the first place, the
breakfasts and dinners which his moth
er had given him lately had been grow
ing thinner and smaller until yesterday
they dwindled down to one bit of corn
bread in the morning and nothing at all
through the day.
In the second place, it was holiday
week, and whenever Bugby went through
the village the smell of roasting turkey,
mince pies, or spice cake came to him
from the kitchens.
The stars were still in the sky when
he scrambled up and began to dress.
'.Whah yer gwine, sonny?' said Mar
ty, his mother, following him down the
ladder into the little Kitchen. Marty
was q young mulatto woman with q
low voice and a gentle face which Bug
by thought the prettiest in the world
She shivered and coughed, and he put
her cloak around her and picked up the
slaked fire.
''Yoh 60 back to bed, NANNY. Whah
TO- you get up? Dab amt muffin to cook,
and had haint a spec o. dust in de
house to clean. No use scrubbin' no
more. Longs yoh stay in bed yoh won't
be hungry. I'm gwine take de cabbages
toh de stoh, and I'll bring back q pock-
etful of money"
He went off chuckling and whistling
to the clubhouse where the cabbages
were stored, while Marty washed and
put on her gown, and tried to tidy still
more the spotlessly neat kitchen. AS
Bug had said, there was nothing to cook.
She wished there had been, for she felt
weak and had to sit down now and
then. But the money for the cabbages
would come soon, so she began to sing,
too, Tilt about ''marchin' to de mawn-
in"
Marty and Bug had shrill voices and
took a good deal of fun out of their
singing. They had been slaves in Vir-
ginia. Five years ago Martyrs husband,
Cassius, had gone with his young master
into the Southern army. Marty never
had heard Of him again. Her mistress
died and the plantation was sold, and
when all the slaves were freed, there was
nothing left for her to do but to take
Bug and follow the great drove of ne
groes coming North. She had saved a
little money, with which she rented this
cabin and lot in the little country town
of Fayette, took in washing, raised vege-
tables to sell, and so kept them alive.
Bit the hard times made the women
of Fayette economical; they would not
give out their washings any longer, and
in December the vegetables were all sold
except the cabbages. Marty and Bug,
after much consultation, had concluded
to hold them back until now, when they
would bring high price.
Bug came in presently, gray with the
cold, but in high good humor.
'.Dah's eighty Oh 'em, nanny. Mr..
Frisby's buyin' 'em by de wagon load
at ten cents apiece. Dey's skase dis
year, an de folks hyar is mighty fond OBJ
cabbages. He says to me yes day, 'Fotch
'em along. bub; III take all you've got
at dat price,
Marty. meanwhile, was pulling over
a sum.
Eighty times ten," she said at last.
''Pears to me OATS eighty dollars, Bug.
Datn kerry us purity well in de spring, I
tell you.''
1--WE kin afford fried chicken for the
holiday, mammy?''
''Course we kin. Come, git along,
sonny: De days broke and you've .
good mile to co.
Bug had borrowed Sam Coles big
pushing cart over night. Any of the
neighbors would lend Marty or Bug
whatever they asked, they were known
to be such kindly, honest folks.
Marty went out and helped pile up
some Of the cabbages in the cart; solid,
big, pale-green balls. Never they had seen
a prettier sight How many days of hard
work and aching bones had gone into
them! And they were going to repay
her now.
well lib like king an queen, Bug"
she said. ''rll git bit oh bacon an
make you chicken pie'' Marty had
been famous cook in Virginia. '.Dah
was muffin lin you pap like 50 much as
Muffin like so much eytherv' said
Bug, promptly, for he always made
himself after the pattern of this unknown
lost father. ''Whah dye s'pose he is
mammy?''
Marty did not answer. She was sure
he was dead or he would have come to
her; he would know somehow how
much she wanted him. She was an af-
tectionate, faithful soul, and she never
had any one else to care for but her hus-
band and Bug.
II reckon fnLe off now" said Bug
by. ':Tn bring some meal and 'lasses
for brekfuss, an then tote the rest OBJ
DEM" He pushed the cart in tho
smooth, icy road, and Mary went into
the kitchen.
She looked out of the window ut the
boy pushing the cart down the hill. He
was more than all the rest Of the world
to her. But, oh, what great world it
was! What could she do for her boy in
it? She wanted him to have schooling
and chance like other boys, and she
was so miserably poor! II Cassius was
alive, how could he ever find her in this
great full North