Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-08-29

Aunt kltsy was uunO Nltu SUI pfiso'
Her power was weakening; popular
belief in her translation was failing. ]
Something desperate must be done.
.You-you sinful creetur! how dar
We ak queshuns like dat ar? Wen air
/ going be translated? T'anksgibin
Day! Oar. now, you low down brack
niggah! get outer dis house quick or
de Lawd Hisseli'lI punish you fer an
unb'leeved sinner!
Sue needed no second invitation TO |
leave the vicinity OF that uplifted stick
and she forgot Sam and her wrath
both as she hurried away 10 tell OF
Aunt Kitsy's wonderful announce
ment.
! Poor Aunt Kitsy!
| As Suse vanished down the hillside
she sank into her chair with a groan.
Too we'll she knew the consequences
her hasty anger involved. Unless she
was translated on Thanksgiving Day
she would be scorned and mocked at
by every person old and young, for
miles around; and to be deprived of
the position her vaguely-expected
translation had given her, would,
Aunt Kitsy felt in her first despair, be
less desirable than death.
Sam crept out of his hiding place
and hurried home, frightened at the
sight Of Aunt Kitsy wringing her
hands and moaning: WAT 1 do2
Wat ebber makes me s'pose de Lawd
want ter translate an ole. dried-up no.
count niggar? Lawd, wat do2
Dear, good, kyind Lawd, translate
me eff it's on'y inter Paisly county,
| Thanksgiving Day arrived bright
and clear. There was certain sub
dued excitement in the air that would
have made Aunt Kitsy shake and
groan even more than she had done
all these interviewing days could she
have felt it.
Let her lone. commanded Nanny
Suse. Glib her till night ter get her
translatin' done. afore dis crowd go
roun' an make her shamed hers'f.'
Sam chuckled.
WAT you a latin at?' demanded
Nanny Suse, sharply.
i Me laffinp innocently asked Sam.
i amt seed muffin ter laf at YETI and
he lodged a blow designed for his
ear. #.
The dusk was reaching out its fng-
ers to the dark that Thanksgiving Eve
as rap sounded on Aunt Kitsy's lit
tie door, and stalwart figure pushed
its way in, calling softly, 'Aunt Kitsy!
Who's darT asked Aunt Kitsy's
trembling voice. Its de Lswd's
messenger she exclaimed to herself
He done h'ar de pra'rs been sayin'
all dis awful day.
Its l, Aunt Kitsy,' answered the
voice. 'Pm your Old masters son,
you remember. I've come to take
you home with me.
As the old woman bedewed his
hand with her grateful tears, mur-
: muring, 'Bress de Lawd!,' he contin-
ued:
4 met little darkey yesterday,
hanging on stump, away down in
Henshaw county, who stopped me and
wanted to know ii I wasn't looking
} for old Aunt Kitsy; and when I found
that you were the Aunt Kitsy I had
been looking for so long, | told him
to tell you to be ready tomorrow and
l would come after you. But he
chuckled and said you we're all ready
now, and he guessed I'd better stop
and get you to-day, if Id just as soon.
So here | am. Don't stop to pick up
anything. You shall have snug lit
tie cottage on the old plantation, with
all you want to eat and wear.
And he wrapped hel trembling
form in warm shawls and carried her
toward the old coach just visible in
the twilight.
WAIT bit, honey chilep whispered
! Aunt Kitsy. is it de red an brack
: kerridge.'
Eyes, Aunte,' laughed Tom; and
; the same old white horses too
Dress de Lawdp murmured Aunt
Kitsy. Now | kin 60 peaceful like
And the 'cheryut' was soon out of
sight and hearing in the pines,
Many an awe-stricken group since
then has gathered around the winter
fire to hear told how Aunt Kitsy-a
name now mentioned with reverence
was translated one Thanksgiving
= night-.leaving her house door open
and all her belongings behind he"
Several of the story tellers remem-
! Der to have seen strange streaks re-
!, , sembling fire in the sky, and one heard
! the rumbling of the chariot wheels.
Only Sam chuckled softly to him
self when these stories we're told to a
: breathless audience.
Wat you latin at, you Sam?' his
mother would inquire. Pears like
) you amt got no 'spect fur 'ligion, nur