San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-08-10
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Skuse me, mistes, but yer ought ter be
nifty thankful ter de Lawd for letten yer of
50 easy. Scarlet fever's a mighty bad geese,
an dem chillun's been nifty sick My lii
miss an her sister tuck it at de same time,
bofe un EN- down at once, des same ez yo' lii
gals. Po' lii Ada die on de foath day; seem
lax death struck her from de fus'. Dey ma
was mos crazy. I nuss EN- day an night.
Miss Grace pull froo, but she uz puny fer a
long time, an den it TUX evybody on the
place ter please dat chile-sbe miss her liz
sister, and she dom feel too well herself, an
it's Aunt Elviry" here, an "Aunt Elviry"
dar. an "Aunt Elviry tell me tale, |" from
mawnin' tell night, des SICILY like it is wild
desc young ladies.
Twas raise in de state O. virginny, man,
In Prince William, but come away FUN
iar wild my mistes when I NJ q gal We
come to Kaintucky, an dar stayed, of en-
on, twell I come down here wild Sam after
de s'render.
Yes, mistes, stay right er long er my
white folks all endurin' de wah. Dem uz
dangus times, dem war times wuz- Marster,
he's Union man. He call hisself q Union
man, do he mo- skeeder er de Yankees den
Of dey was de bad man an all his impe. But,
insists, she boun' to side wild Miss Grace An
Miss Gracel Lor' bless Eou, Miss Grace amt
no Unioner. She de wuss Secesh you cher
seed
She an Mars Lance wus cotin' when de
wah bruk out Mistis want EN- ter put it of,
but Mars Lance come, he did, ter our house,
and he tell Miss 'Lixbeth-dats my mistis-de
wah be all blowed ober in thirty days; dey
Amt or g'wine ter be no ftin'; dey all des
x'wine out on a frolic, ter skeer dem Yankees.
de 'swade Miss Lizbeth, and bimeby she gin
ner word, an dey got married Dey had
Dig weddin'-de las big weddin' seed. Dey
don't hab no big weddens desc days Miss
Grace she LAT and say, EFT dar's g'wine ter be
a wah, dis my las chance ter git any clo0e."
She an her ma went ter Louisville, an dey
got piles and piles o cloze De big boxes
wuz comm twell yer can't res-silk dresses
an fine bonnets, an l donno what all Dey
was spread out on de comply room bed, an
Oh de cheers, an fole up in de bureau draws,
an hangin' up In de wardroom-evyt'ing was
full She buy nur big trunk sides de one she
TUX her cloze In when she went on ter de Vir.
yinny Springs de yeah To- de wah. OATS
whar she fus see Mars Lance. He swap de
quesshun Wise she dar. He jes pintedly fall
in love wild Miss Grace fus time he seed her,
an he amt waise no time foolin' roun.
"Well, Miss Grace she got married My
min tell me she g'wine ter hab trouble. /
dremp o muddy watah free nights ham run
MIN, an dremp o hawn cattle-and bofe o
dem dreams is nifty bad signs, honey. She
didn' stay at home ter hab on infa'r-do' she
did hab a splendid secon' days dress-cos
Mars Lance he w cap'n of a comp'ny, an
he say he bleege ter git back home, an
loss no time. | went wild en- Stockycy
folks TO- de war didn' wait on deysevs same
lax dey does desc days. was Miss Lizebeth's
waitin maid TO- she marry Mars Thomas
her ma, ole miss, gin me to her TO she died,
cos ives bofe raise up gals together in ole Vlr,
ginny, an den nuss her baby. She oouldn'
truss dat baby wild nobody but me. an ez
Miss Grace git bigger it tux men her ma
bofe all our time awaitin' on her an a doin'
for her So liz Daisy got ways mo lax
oman dan Miss Grace waz wen she's mar
ried. She uz ole huff to git married,
too; she uz ebry day o sebenteen, but she
want no mo- count fer wuk-huhl useter
put out her clean cloze TO de fab, an fix her
watah fer her ter wash, an pull off her shoes
an stockins, an peck up her tings an put
EN- away. l knowed Miss Grace couldn'
do widout me way down dar hunks all dem
strange folks, an she want g'wine of nohow,
like po' folks, dout maid, so went erlong
wild her. Dat was in March. Bout de fus o
MAY Mars Lance went of wild his comp'ny.
He didn't come back no mo'-he was kilt. His
body servant come home, an fotch his boss
an his watch an chain ter Miss Grace.
Miss Grace pear lax she stunt, she dom tex
no intrus in nothin'. She stay on wild de
Alstons Miss Lizbeth want her ter come
home ter live, but Miss Grace say, ~ don
want ter go home whar all de gals useter go
wild, is, an evyting look 80 nachul, an Lance
didn't know nobody. ruther stay here whar
he growed up, an evybody loved him" Miss
'Lizbeth she think Miss Grace boun' ter do
right bout evyting. Soon's Miss Grace got
on her black we went up ter see Miss 'Lizbeth
-dey was up insider de Yankee lines. Miss
Lizbeth did sholy look bad She look mos
ez ole az ole Miss do wen she die Soon's she
laid eyes on Miss Grace she bust out cryin',
an, she say, "Oh, my po' chiler" She look
lax she tuck it harder'n Miss Grace do eff
anythin'. One day when Miss Grace amt in
de room say, 'MissGrace git ober It after
vile. Miss Grace so putty she amt g'wine
ter stay single" Miss 'Lisbeth up an say,
you ought ter be slammed O. yersef, Efviry,
to speak so O. your Miss Grace. Po' chile,
b Ar heart is break" and she gun to cry. I
say;
miss 'Lizbeth, you must skuse me- Yer
amt done forgit, is you, what .sorryful
times you useter hab ven youse lax Miss
Gracei Many's de time dat Use gone to de
graveyard and fotch yer home often Mars
Miles grave after dark"-for Miss 'Lizbeth
was widow when Mars Thomas marry her.
But my talkin' dom do no good. Miss
Grace don, seem to notice how poly her ma