Evening journal., 1890-01-09

phihOh Win gesture OF despair, Il can't
bear it. Oh, God, want to diel"
"Honey"-but no effort Of Suzette's can
induce the words to come forth which tremble
In her brain. She lowers her turbaned head
almost into her lap.
Marie turns from her 70 the door with a
deep sigh and face void Of blood.
"Whar you gwineln asks Suzette quickly.
"Let me alone a little while, nanny; IN
be back soon. ! feel I'm burning up, soul
and body Let me go out in the night air. -
She goes out into the fields The clouds are
swirling dark overhead, and dazzling electric
hieroglyphcs split their density. On, on she
strides, the turbulence of her mad thoughts
giving springs to her feet A fine mist is
blown into her feyered face. A low, threat
e1ling rumbling comes from the clouds, and
the mighty trees on the mountain are tor
tured TO grooming in an upper current Of air
The music in Elvira's cabin dies away into a
faint hum At last she finds herself on the
river bank, and experiences a faint sensa-
ton Of surprise TO see that she has walked SO
far. In fact, she can't remember when she
crossed the branch, about half way between
the river and her cabin. She does not won
der over it long, however, The water lash
ing the sandy beach is deep and dark, and
seems to have a voice of its own, solacing
kind Of murmur which seems to promise to
relieve her Of her great, weighty heart break
ing burden If she win allow it.
The stream may be the great, limpid, rest
full arm of God extended to embrace her.
They should find her floating somewhere on
the morrow, and should know then that they
had made mistake IN trying to dispose Of
her as they had. Perhaps the sun would be
shining then over the place she loved so well,
for the hurrying clouds, with their vivid
CLEANS Of lightning, seemed only TO boast OF
their power TO storm The good, kind old
colonel, who had not, she was sure, given the
order for her sacrifice, would be back at Oak
lawn ere her burial, and would look on her
pale face with sadness She knew he would,
and that the water of sorrow would rise into
his kind eyes, for he had a good heart and
loved her IN his way, and had spoken kindly
to her many times.
Mrs. Bickerstatf, away down in Charleston,
should read the news and cry, for the kind
hearted lady had wept over the death of
slaves not so much favored as she had been
And Harry might be at Miss Laura's side
when he heard Of it. His manly face should
undergo a change. He, too, would recall
some scenes which were before her minds
eye, and which panied her even more than
the prospect Of death. He would want to be
back at the plantation on the day they laid
her in a grave among the other slaves. II he
could be at Oaklawn he would lay flowers on
her coffin and look sadly on her face. With
the flowers might be some red roses like those
he once twined among her raven tresses.
She moved down to the eddymg waters
edge and laved her hand in it. dazzling
flash from the clouds reveals the rugged river
bottom. Mud clogged logs and monster Shiny
powders lie in repose there. Absently she
losses a stone into the whispering, bubble
strewn liquid-thus would she sink, save her
long, unbound hair, which would throw out
its many erms to the streams clutches. She
would lie there among those finny and creep
ing things; they would crawl over her face
with their tiny feet and crunching hungry
mouths and rest in the orbits of her eyes as
they might in the crevice of stone.
She shuddered, but she knew she should not
know it. She herself would not be there, for
she would be at rest--rest, sweet rest. But
She would not want them to have trouble IN
finding her on the morrow. She had read
how people were traced to their watery
graves by some part Of their attire being left
on the shore. She must leave something.
The ribbon in her hair will suffice She I'M
ties it from her warm mass Of hair, and
makes bow of it on bush. She remem
bers now that she essayed TO teach Harry to
tic bow once; as this thought warns her
mind, she fingers and draws the bows flying
streamers in and out to make its part.
smooth. Then She unlaees her shoes and
losses them on the shore behind her.
Her features are now passive. She won
ders if the plunge into blackness will give her
pain. Something touches her on the shoul
der.
It is suzette, with cleaning eyes and heav
ing bosom.
"No, no, honey,n she pants, after her hart
running "No, at amt right You TEX 20
ill Shoes my precious baby. my onlies' Ill
girl Yer le'me put ufn on fur you No my
chile amt gwine to forgit Wat de Good Bool
say. Yon mus put yo' trus' in Him en- nevel
shrink back He mus try His sheep but i
all in His name know what you is got il
yo' mind; but, honey, dat amt de bas' way
You mus bear up. De Lawd got His eye OF
you, hind lat black cloud up deh, same ez d
moon kivered over Now, honey, lay yo
haid in my lap des lax you usster, - she wen
on persuasively, pulling the stunned cir
down upon tho sand. II done been prayini
en- now Gawd sen me light. ATS right, cry
in gwine do you good. Now lay still; mus
talk ter de Lawd ergin, kase ] kin see you
gittin' ia de reconcile way.
"Lawd, my greet naster,n then praye'
Suzette, with uplifted eyes and her hand OIL
Marie's tresses. as the girl sobbed in her lap
"Lawd, you know all bout me en- dis yer ill
chile done been comm ter you time Ell
ergln en- got new strength; but, good Lawd
/ dis yer is de wuss yit-wussn all put togerr
She need some hep fun high up, for she
sore picked wild dc cup lat won't pass e
now Lawd, gwine hush up now, but III
1 still waitin' Dis do seem lax it wrong, be
i you know bes', en- me en- her is willin' te
ibide by yo' will Hep us ter keep we-alf
feet in de narrow road. / done feel submis
4 sive, Lawd, but show de po' ill chile, toe
| lax 70 done show me. Amen
The humble supplicator dropped her tren
bling lips upon the white neck in her Lar
and both were still for a moment Then 81
xette whispered earnestlyi
"Pray-pray ter I'm, honey
Suzette could feel the girls dumb Lip
moving in her apron. Then silence fell upo
the pair, save the murmuring Of the lappin
water aud the voice Of the wind in the tres
on the mountain.
'Mammyn-the virgins beautiful fac
rose from Suzette's lap damp with tears
What, honeyF'
81 know was wrong, and you are RICH
God shows me now" The wide sleeves fe
from the white, soft arms that stole roun
the wonans yellow neck, and the young fac
was pressed close against the old. 1T SCENE
like l just could not stand it, the youn
voice continued. "Let's go home now. Go
put me by birth in Jake's race, but proud
rebelled. and had my vain soul placed on
higher worldly life, and so locked my Create
out of being. viii do as they say.n