Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-07-21
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 an dem chillun's been mity sick. My lir miss an her sister tuck it at de same time, bofe un em down at once, des same ez yo' lir gals. Po' lr Ada die on de foath day; seem lak death struck her from de fus'. Dey ma was mos crazy. I nuss em day an night. Miss Grace pull froo, but she LIZ puny fer long time, am den it tux evybody on the place ter please dat chile-she miss her lir sister, and she dcn' feel too well herself, an it's Aunt Elviry" here, an Aunt Elviry" dar, an Aunt Elviry tell me a tale," from mawnin' tell night, des 'sizely like it is wid desc young ladies.
 was raise in de state O Virginny, mann, in Prince William, but come away fun dar wid my mistes when I nz gal. We come to Kaintucky, an dar stayed off en on twell come down here wid Sam alter de S'render.
 Yes, mistes, stay right CT long CT my white folks all endurin' de wah. Dem LIZ dangus times, dem war times wuz. Marster, he's a Union man. He call hisself a Union man, do he mo- skeeder CT de Yankees den of dey was de bad man an all his imps. But, mistis, she boun' to side wid Miss Grace An Miss Gracei Lor' bless you, Miss Grace aint 10 Unioner. She de wuss Secesh you eber seed
 
 yah bruk out. Mistis want en ter put it off, out Mars Lance~ ~come he did, ter our house, and be tell Miss 'Lizbeth-%ats my mistis-de wah be all blowed ober in thirty days; dey ain't CT g'wine ter be no f1tin'; dey all des g'wine out on a frolic, ter skeer dem Yankees He 'swade Miss 'Lzbeth, and bimeby she gin her word, an dey got married. Dey had a big weddin'-de las big weddin seed. Dey don't hab no big weddens desc days. Miss Grace she laf and say, ''Ef dar's g'wine ter be a wah, dis my las chance ter git any cloze.n She an her ma went ter Louisville, an dey got piles and piles O cloze. De big boxes wuz a comin' twell yer can't res-silk dresses an fine bonnets, an 1 donno what all Dey was spread out on de compny room bed, an on de cheers, an fole up in de bureau draws, au' hangin' up in de wardroom-evyting was full. She buy nur big trunk sides de one she tux her cloze in when she went on ter de Vir- ginny Springs de yeah fo' de wah. Oats whar she fus see Mars Lance. He swap de quesshun wilse she dar. He jes pintedly fall in love wid Miss Grace fus time he seed her, an he ain't waise no time fooln' roun.
 Well, Miss Grace she got married My min tell me she gwine ter hab trouble. I dremp O muddy watah free nights han run nin', an dremp O hawn cattle-and bofe O dem dreams is mity 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 LIZ cap'n of comp'ny, an he say he bleege ter git back home, an loss no time. 1 went wid em. Stockycy folks fo' de war didn wait on deysevs same lal1 dey does desc days. was Miss Lizebeth's waitin maid fo' she marry Mars Thomas her ma, ole miss, gin me to her fo' she died, cos we's bofe raise up gals together in ole Vlr ginny, an den nuss her baby. She couldn' truss dat baby wid nobody but me. an ez Miss Grace git bigger it tux men her ma bofe all our time awaitin' on her an doin' for her. So lir Daisy got ways mo lak a oman dan Miss Grace waZ wen she's mar ried. She LIZ ole huff to git married, too; she LIZ ebry day O sebenteen, but she want no mo count fer wuk-huh! useter put out her clean cloze fo' de fiah, an fix her watah fer her ter wash, an pull off her shoes | an stockins, an peck up her tings an put | 'em away. I knowed Miss Grace couldn' 1 do widout me way down dar hunks all dem | strange folks, an she want g'wine off nohow, | like pol folks, dout q maid, so I went erlong | wid her. Dat was in March. Bout de fus O | May Mars Lance went off wid his comp'ny. | He didn't come back no mo'-he was kilt. His | body servant come home, an fotch his hosS an his watch an chain ter Miss Grace. Miss Grace pear lak she stunt, she don tek uO uS III uOIA1A knuo otSiJ oA "lO oc | Alstons Miss Lizbeth want her ter como home ter live, but Miss Grace say, II don | want ter go home whar all de gals useter go 1 wid, iS an evyting look so 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 l ez ole az ole Miss do wen she die. Soons she laid eyes on Miss Grace she bust out cryin', an she say, "Oh, my pol chilew She look | lak she tuck it. harder'n Miss Grace do eff anythin'. One day when Miss Grace ain't in de room say, Miss Grace git ober it alter vile. Miss Grace so putty she ain't g'wine ter stay single" Miss 'Lizbeth up am say, | "You ought ter be 'shamed O yerself, Elyiry, to speak so O your Miss Grace. Po' chile, har heart is break" and she gun to cry. I | say:
 Miss 'Lizbeth, you must skuse me. Yer aint done forgit, is you, what sorryful | times you useter hab wen youse lak Miss Gracea Many's de time dat I'se gone to de graveyard and fotch yer home offen Mars Miles grave alter dark"-for Miss '1izbeth was a widow when Mars Thomas marry her.
 But my talkin' don do no good. Miss Grace don seem to notice how poly her ma was, an t'want none O my business to stress her no mon she was already; so bimeby we went back to Miss Graces new kinfolks
 Miss Grace git letter once'n a vile by some O dem griller sojers what come froo, an alter vile she git a letter fun Der pa dat her ma ain't so we'll, an den Miss Grace git oneasy. She says: 'Pa writ unneknownst to ma, an feerd she bad of, ," an she say she bleege to go an see her ma.
 Oar was young lady an her aunt fun de same part O Kaintucky wat we come fum,
 ben visitin' down dar whar Miss Grace was livin', an dey was a gwine home. Dey fren's done sent fer lem, an dey cadj driver he was de one what fetch de letter. So Miss Grace sent me to cyah lem a note axin' ef we can go wid lem, and dey sent dey comp 'mense an dey'd be very glad O Ter comp'ny.
 Miss Aston had heap O dem ole hard beat biscuits what 'spises, an cole ham an chicken, an donno what all put up for q snack, cos it was two days we'd be on de road, an her an Miss Mary an de boys cry wen dey kiss Miss Grace good-by, but dey ain't spillin' no tears fer me, kase I'se glad Ise gwine away fun dar.
 recken you nebber did see sech lookin thing ez dat cadj was. Dey done tuck one O desc heah spring waggins an histed ole