Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1890-10-01

Harry might be at Miss Laura's side
when he heard of it. His manly face
should undergo change. He, too,
would recall some scenes which were
before her minds eve, and which
panied her even more than the pros
pect of death. He would want to be
back at the plantation on the day they
laid her in the grave among the other
slaves. If 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
treesvs.
Shs moved down to the eddying
waters edge and lsvsd her hand in it.
A dazzling flash from the clouds re-
veals the rugged river bottom. Mud
ciogged logs and monster slimy boul-
ders lie in repose there. Absently she
tosses q stone into the whispering,
bubble-strewn hquid-thus would she
sink, save her long, unbound hair,
which would throw out its many arms
to the streams clutches. She would
lie there among those finny and creep
-ng things; they would crawl over her
face with their tiny feet and crunchinR,
hungry mouths, and rest in the orbits
of her eyes as they might in the crevise
of stone.
She shuddered, but She knew she
should not know il. She herself
would not be there, for she would be
AT rest-rest, sweet rest. But she
would not want them 10 have trouble
IN finding her on the morrow. She
had read how people were traced to
their wstery graves by some part of
their attire being left on the shore.
She must leave something. The rib
bon in her hsir will suffice She uuties
II from her warm mass of hair and
makes a bow of it on the bush. She
remembers now that she essayed to
teach Harry TO tie bow once; as this
thought warns her mind, she fingers
and draws the bow's flying streamers
in and out to make its parts smooth.
Then she unlaces her shoes and tosses
them on the shore behind her.
Her features are now passive. She
wonders if the plunge into blackness
will give her pain. Something touches
her on the shoulder
Ii is Suzette, with cleaning eyes and
heaving bosom.
"No, no, honey" she pants, after
her hard running. "No, at sint right
You tex yo' ill shoes, my precious
baby, my onlies' ill girl. Yer Ie'me
put um on fur you. No, my chile aint
gwine to forgit wat de Good Book
say. You mus put yo' trus' in Him
en- never shrink back. He mus try
His sheep, but it all in his name. 1
know what you is got in yo' mind /;
but. honey, dat aint de bes' way. You
mus bear up. De Lawd got His eye
on you, hind at black cloud up deh,
same ez de moon kivered over. Now,
honey, lay yo' haid in my lap des lax
you usster," she went on persuasively,
pulling the stunned girl down upon the
sand. al done been prayin', en- now
Gawd sen me light. Ats right, cryin'
gwine do you good. Now lay still; l
mus talk ter de Lawd ergin, ksse 1
Kin see you is gittin' in de reconcile
way."
"Lawd, my Gre't Master" then
prayed Suzette, with uplifted eyes and
her hand on Marie's tresses, as the girl
sobbed in her lap. "Lawd, you know
all bout me en- dis yer ill chile. i
done been comm ter you time en-
ergin en- got new strength; but, Good
I.awd. dis yer is de wuss yit-wuss'n
all put togerr. She need some hep
fun high up, for she is sore picked
wild de cup at won't pass 'er now.
I-awd, gwine hush up now, but I'm
still waitin'. Dis do seem lax ii
wrong, but you know bes', en- me en-
her is wiIlin' ter bide by yo' will.
Hep us ter keep we-sll's feet In de
narrow road. done feel submissive,
Lawd, but show de po' ill chile, too,
LAX you done show me- Amen"
The humble supplicator dropped her
trembling lips upon the white neck, in
her lap, and both were still for a mo-
ment- Then Suzette whispered
earnestly:
"Pray-pray ter I'm honey"
Suzette could feel the girls dumb
nps moving in her apron. Then ST.
Ience fell upon the pair, save the
murmuring of the tapping water and
TIE voice of the wind in the trees on
the mountain.
"Mammy''-theg girls beautiful face
rose from Suzette's lap damp with
tears.
What, hoDcy?"
Il know | was wrong, and you are
wide sleeves fell from the white soft
arms that stole round the woman's
yellow neck, and the young flce was
pressed close against the old. alt
seemed like just could not stand it,"
the young voice continued. Lets go
home now. God put me by birth in
Jske's race, but 1 proudly rebelled,
and had my vain soul placed on q
higher worldly life, and so locked my
Creator out of my being. L will do as