The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-08-17

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 When the parting was over st last Leonard had an impression that he and Aunt Charity both cried at once At any rate he was oG, and it was many day before he sAw Louisiana and Aunt Charity again.
 Several years went by and Leonard grew le@ rosy and more weary and discouraged with wait ing. At the end of three years when least expect ing it, the mornings mail brought him newspa- per containing brief notice of the death Of Fer nando Nunex by drowning.
 In brief time Leonard was again ct Barnes station and with Jennie who yielded to his wishes and appointed an early wedding day.
 The two lovers would have preferred quiet wedding, but Colonel Emmett with hif usual ob- stinacy, insisted on inviting all the neiy hboring planters and their families; when the susp picous night arrived every came from within radius of several miles. Aunt Charity was moro nervous and excited than the young bride and could hardly contain herself until the hour for the ceremony. Finally 1t came, and Jennie and Leonard were In their places before the minister and the words that made them one had hardly been uttered when through the stiffness of the jasmine scented room rang . terrific cry. Aunt Charity, who had been standing near Jennie all through the service flung herself in front of the startled bride. The omin- ous report Of pistol vibrAted through the hushed air and . bullet whizzed through the atmosphere and with low moan Aunt Charity sank ct her mistress feet. Outside on the gallery in the moon- light terrible struggle was going on. Another shot was fired; then all was quiet. Leonard bent over the prostTate form of faithful old Aunt Char ity. She stirred fAintly and her lips opened to speak he lifted her head.
 "Forgit me-Marse Louis-I sent de papAh-I tole dem he wuz dead-dough 1 knew he wuxnt Miss Jinnie-wuz dat 'omesick fo' yo'-T couldn't stan 1t. I thought he nebber trubble yo'; las night he done tole me he wuz gwine to kill Miss- Jimmie. I-I-seen him at de winder lookin' like deG an'-an' knowed my-time-hadc com. Pse . useless ole thing an 1t don't matter bout me-ise ready-de Lawd's gwine to-tek me home-He won't be so-so-hard on an ole dArky who died to-@ve-her mistress 1t am all right got i'm fo' yo'-Miss Jimmie, honey. You keep her-MArse Louis-fo' yo' an I loves her de bes' ob all de worP-an' bequeffs her to yo'," and with . last tender glance at Jennie poor faithful Aunt Char ity's head sank heavily on LeonArd's arm, and her soul went to join that of her waywArd son, who rather than be imprisoned had shot himself.
 Jennie fell on the floor beside the dead woman and cried bitterly, while the life- blood of the truest friend she had ever known streamed over her bridal robes, dyeing orange flowers and lsoes deep crimson hue
 Leonardo eyes were wet with tears as he gently took his young wife's hand. "It is even 90, Jen- ne," he said in low tones. "Poor old Aunt Charity sacrificed her life for yours. You are, indeed, her legacy to me-"
 But on the old plantation there Is even now . well-kept mound in the garden, where roses red and white and many smaller sweet flowers shine in the sunlight and the moonlight and little children play and speak fondly of "Aunt Charity, who died for mammals sake"