Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-05-27
HIT 1T RIGHT.
Nanny Tilly Tells the True Fort.
une Of a Patron.

swell, my DEAR" said my wife, ''you
may laugh at dreams and visions if you
like, l believe in them"
Then, my dear JEAN" said l, ''you
are not so sensible as thought you"
"But | could tell you something that
would convince you," said my wife.
1--WE thought of saying it over and
over again, but never quite liked to
do it. Shall /? You've heard"
go on" said l. 81 am open to
conviction
VERY WE'LL" said Jean, folding her
hands, and leaning up against my
shoulder, "you know-isn't it stranger
i didn't know you in 1862"
at does seem strange" said |.
"And | was visiting Fannie Far
leigh in Baltimore in that year." said
Jean. "She lived in one of those pref
ty houses in - street, with little gar
dens all around them. She married
some time after, and went to Nebraska
with her husband. We correspond
still; but then she was just girl at
home with her parents. Well, | had
been there some time, and my visit
was near an end, when one day, as we
were sitting on the porch in the twi-
light, the funniest little wagon came
up the street, carrying a queer little
colored woman. The vehicle stopped
at our house, and the old woman
alighted, and the boy followed her to
the kitchen, which stood all by itself,
you know, with the basket on his head.
Who is that, Fannie?' l asked.
It's Ma am lilly said Fannie;
the best laundress in Baltimore, as she
is the best fortune-teller, also. I'll
make her come up and tell your fort
une. She'll astonish you
ooh, what nonsenser said |.
"'What would life be without non
sense?' said Fannie. III run and tell
her.
"She fitted away. She was so pref.
ty, Hal, with such little waist, and
such curry black hair; and soon she
came back, bringing the old woman
with her.
"'Mammy lilly she said, this is a
friend of mine from the North | wan
you to tell her fortune
"Wal, Miss Fannie said the ole
woman, Il does tell fortunes, dat,
true; an when tells 'em you kin rely
dey'll come so; but Use got to SEE
whether de pow will come. Caan dc
no mo- Ell de pow comes, why
tells dis young miss; eff not, jes' say
caan help 1t; don know muffin.
That sounded honest, didn't itP
said my wife.
Very" said !.
Then, continued Jean--''then ole
Nanny lilly leaned back against the
windcw-sill, with her ewes rolled VI
and her arms akimbo, and all of a sud
den she said: Yes, yes, Use gwine tc
see tonight. You jes put some small
% piece of money into de pam OBJ my
han, to 'centrate my idees. Muffin
like SLIDER. Thanked, Miss Fannie
Thankee, ma am young miss. l. gins tC
see pow full sharp. You comes from &
long way off, miss, an dar's an oil isl
lady quite anxious bout you; an some
young folks, dey wants you, too. Dey':
one Ting Use got to say, young miss
Don you look cheerful on dat yer oil
man. Use got no use TO him. He a mt nc
way suitable for you. Jes you wait ,
bit, Young folks gets ,on bes' will
young folks, | tell you. Mind dat now
Eff you could jes see dat young mar
dat's on his way to you, | reckon you't
wait An you kin see him if you like
Dis yeah is one of de nights dat spirit
walk. | Kin make him walk, dough
into your sight 'Twon't be him, TO
sure; only jest his spirit, kin O. like
Looks like him, an amt nobody
"'Like the spirits of Hallow Eve,'
said.
Eyes, like Holly Eve spooks,' sal,
old Nanny lilly.
"I go home an burn little stuff
knows about, an sotS a toad to watch
Use bought toad of my owl
from Voodoo man, but de powde
cos pow deah.
II took another coin from m
pocket, which she dropped into her
with 'Thanky, ma am, young miss,
and resumed:
Don look chez full on dat ole man
(now old Mr.. Gillespie was very PAL
ticular Just then, HaD, and I'll sem
dat likeness of your husban' what-is-to
be to you tonight. Only, jes' you re
member when you goes to bed, tieyou
shoes together by de strings, an sa
muffin. An, jes as mum as mouse
60 along tiptey toe an hang 'em b
de CATERS off your stockin's to d
han'le oh you bedroom do. An je>
60 to bed backwards, wild lump G
sugar in your mouf. and dom you chez
dat lump, jes' let it solve itself, an
don you speak one word, an you
dream OBJ dat young man-de color o
his eyes, and de color oh his hair, al
de name what he's christen by-you'
hear him say dat out loud, mark m
words-an' dat young man you is
marry eff you'll wait and not gree
'cept the old one. Hes no good.
with those words the sorceres
laughing, pocketed the small chang
We had laid in her palm, and fairl
ran away, with her head down and ii