Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-11-03
practice dough e wah mighty knowin'-kem

Pfactce oougn e wah mighty kn0win'-kem
mp an stay at dab house all n duh time,
One chen. Spot tole me duh baby wah resi-
an Aissa Lsne he'd been shoon il by walkin'
~ up an down. an rockin il in iron of dab
hbery hah. Duh ill one he'd fell asleep on
snes Dfalst. an SIC wah sittin' wild ser eyes
closed asleep sesef. ven duh do open an
Mare Phil walk in an see EN- DAN 'ar Spot
say dnn mos achn' look KEN into @ eyes an e
knee! riSh down On e knee an Kiss duh bot
tip-toe.
Duh mex mawnin' wen e KEN down stayers
e say tub duh ole Kernel: BEEF wah not 30 well
las night, an feel kiner anxious about her.
new promise tub 60 ober tub duh town tub
day,-twah bout eight miles orf-'Tve got to
go, bnt Ell any change she'd take place, an
ways
1T am on'y-eight miles, +" says duh ole marse.
an we kin easy let you know oh any change at
all. 10 Lightnin' Bob g in duh stable an e kin
DO duh trip in hafen hour. any time Missa
Lane wah jes' kemin' down duh staips az e
started, an sic say,
"'Doan' worry. Phil. Sc am larfin wild duh
baby now, an / tink SIC feel ber'r alraidy, but
II any change does tex place I will let you
answer. 4 promise, Phil, an e driv on kiner
Miss Beef seem vale enough all'n duh nav
MIN, bright on libely an larf wen duh baby fit
at e BARI A longin bout leven o'clock duh
builders sont word could some on duh men be
sont ODER dere tub holp 'em TO q ill; an all'n
duh ones wah want in duh fiel's stahted ober
yon so dat dey want nobuddy lef in duh
house 'cepin duh women-folks. Longer duh
high time OBJ duh day, tempes' riz; De sky
tyarned dis BLUSH black, an dc win snyarl at
duh rain; de gret trees ober duh house grob at
each uddeh wild deg swashin' limbs. an de
lightnin'-Gord! de hghtnin' cut yo' eyes, an
duh tunner crash righ' troo yo brain. De ole
time, an dey heah abe say wild she's face
tyarned tod duh howIin' sky, o, Gawd!
can't come yft! Not tell I've sayed good
bye to Philp an duh docteh say,
Duh sto'm hab hasen it; Sc are gwine,'
an Missa Lane say to she, sof like: Phil will
be hyah in a little, deah; no stawm will keep
him; but you mus promise tub wait An Miss
Beef say: Il sh'll try, Lane An den Missa
Lane kiss huh an walk street out in dat house
tub duh stable. Dey want none but women
wild we in duh mawnin', an righ' dar in dat
rippin' up OBJ heben Missa Lane fotch out dat
hawse Lishtnin' Bob, wot none but a man he'd
ever rid, hawness him wild huh own hans, an
of dey goes street TO- duh woods, TO- dey
want no uddeh way--the Hummer rollin'
all tangle up in duh trees-when one
OBJ dem hown dawgs-deys de mean
es' sot OBJ dawgs anyways dey wild duh lOrng
yeahs an yellow breas's-kem a snakin' trOo
Missa Lane holm duh reins in she's teef wild
bofe aims roun' duh hawse's neck, th'oo duh
swamp, pas duh mash lans whah duh raid
lilies grow, ober duh rocky lan's street intuh
duh town, whah duh chissnut git e haid again
an gallup up to duh do OBJ duh Office whah e
glad 'nough to stop.
II wah settin' in duh room wild Marse
Phil Wen e see duh oman a-fyin froo duh
rain, an Q staht to e feet an say:
Chris hailp me! 1t ah Lane-an' Beef ali
dyin'!'
''Se wah wife as def itse'f wen se KEN in.
dough her face an hams wah all a bIeedin'
wah duh trees scrotch 'em. an SIC say,
She ah stayin' from huh Gaw'd to see you
once mo- Phil? an wild dat SIC drap in lump
RICH at e. feet on duh ole wooden 40 wild huh
hyah layin' out benin her an duh blood
o drappin' from huh face--Gawd bress huh!'
After little pause, he goes on.
Marse Phil staht street away TO- e knowed
dat could ten Ms,a Lane; an e fin e wife a
waitin' TO i'm shu' enuff
Phil. sc say jes' afore sc die, I'm glad
I'm goin'. Twah all mistake deah boy-all a
mistake. Give my baby to Lane wild my love,
an yo'sef too, dear. An Phil wen yo' an
SIC hab ill ones OBJ yo' own. as hope you will
as hope yo' will, deah,-doan forgit to Tub
WELL
''E hole huh in e aims wen Sc 60, an il hab
seem tub me sometimes. Marse Esmon as eff
duh human love wah strong enough tub lif yo'
tub duh buzzom of duh Haibenly One widout
duh jyorneyin' yon."
They begin to play the ..Kunstler Leben."
l see the old darkeys face shine like the light
OF muddy pool when a sun CLINT strikes it.
'Dah's Marse Phil nowt' l look where he
points. to the farther door. and see splendid
looking fellow, big and leonine, with a great
shock OF brown hair. He looks in; finds the
lady OF his choice; their eyes meet, and, turn
ing neither to the right nor to the left, he
walks the whole length of the room to where
she stands glad in her innermost soul to be
with her again. How close he clasps her as
they dance. 1t is worth it must be worth, all
they have suffered to be together-so-again.
Together again! Was that twinge Of men,
DRY or the govt?
With golden hair, 4
All dressed in pes-Rreen gown"
As / sit in my room smoking two hours later,
hear the low window next mine pushed open
and voice say:
lin a minute, aunt; promised to give this
to Phil"
She has changed her dress for some long,
trailing gray one, which CLEANS in the white
moonlight She hears his step, and turns
gladly toward him, and he gathers her into his
arms
"Lane"-presently- do you love me2"
"iou know do, Phil"
"Much?"
with all my heart and soul and body"
And you'll never kiss any one as you've
Alsseu me-!
'Never-Oh. Phil ~
Then you may kiss me''
May II" slipping from. him, and standing
tall and beautiful in the moonlight.
Elaine" he says, without moving toward
her, come here"
No answer.
TO love, honor and obey, Elaine"
Still no reply.
Then, oh! so fondly. II love you, Lane"
In a minute she is in his arms and has kissed
him with her heart on her lips.
Good night" she says, moving toward the
window.
Good nightr he says, holding her still
grSdgingiy In his arms. ''Good night! It can
never be good night to me until we will not
have to say good night, Elaine"
Inc leaves lie dark against q moon Of gold;
thick, grey mist creeps down the mountain.
and crumpled bird joins the two rain-drenched
meadows by dipping thread Of fight. In the
soft light and climbing shadows beneath, to
and fro walks old Persimmon, singing in
cracked undertOne an old negro melody that
brings my boyhOOd to me.
An, duh 'posaum am guarded ve'y nne.
nut gimme Sass Gimme, oh. how wish you would,
Dat watermelon hangin' Oh duh vine"
shy an old bottle at him with nv least rheu-
matte arm and hear him chuckle as it falls at
his feet. And so to dreams-the past the
wasn't, the might have been the