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lawful, threatenin' ter handle moity
rough Sistah Whitehead, if she didn't
behave ter suit 'em. Dey fired her
cabin, not givin' her the chance ter git
out the bed quilts, an many vally BILE
things 'longin' ter missus dat she'd
brung ter de cabin ter keep safe. At
dis pass Sistah Whitehead moity nigh
broke down. She tole me arter we'd
all ben reunited dat she never was SO
tremblin' weak afore. All she could
do was ter drap[ on her knees in de
cabin doorway. while dc flames was
creepin up de cabin wall behind her,
an pray wild all her soul: Lord, de-
liver me; don't forgit Us in our trouble. :
She say she feel as If she hang on ter
His promises wild hands dat couldn't
let go.
''De flames increase, an jest as she
raise up from her knees. she see de door
casin hab bin knocked loose, an down
in a chink lay two buckskin bags dat
hab in 'em missus' gold. She had put
it dar, thinkin' it was safer hidin'
place dan in de big house. Nobody
happened ter be lookin' when she
grabbed it an put it inter her pocket
an made her way ter a safe hidin'
place, whar she stayed until the thieves
were run off by some sojers comm
along.
mot KNOWN how ter read or write
| or anybody ter trust wild her secret,
an bein' nigh crazy wild anxiety ter
+ git de money ter ole mfssus an de
young ladies, or Massa Moore, an not
KNOWN de war was most ober, she
feel as If she nus start ter fin 'em,
though she hadn't de least idea which
way ter look. One mornin' she started,
maxim up her mind to make expenses
sellin' pies an cake as she went along,
an to inquire her way, as she'd forgot
de name of Holyoke, whar de young
ladies went ter skule an had friends.
s.Ebery leetle while she'd hear OBJ
I Massa Guy an some brave thing he'd
done, an once she was jest two hours
too. late ter git sight OBJ him, as he'd
jest left the city.
| 'sSistah Whitehead found plenty ter
r do, nussin', cookin' ,Swashin' an ironin',
an kept workin' her way norf, allus
| lookin' in every direction, strainins- he r
ears ter hear de sound of de sweet voices
OBJ dem she sought. She went ter
| Holyoke, Baltimore, Washington, New
York, Boston an, Philadelphia, lookin',
allus lookin', in high an low places,
for some OBJ de Moores, only ter be dis
app'inted. One. two, three years passed
in dis way. Peace was declar'd, but dar
was no peace for Sistah Whitehead as
long as she carried about dem. two bags
of gold, feelin' dat in some place in de
world massa an missus was sufferin'
! from de need OBJ it. De police came ter
know Aunt Whitehead, an many was
de'helpin' han reached out ter de pore
ole soul
b Five Y 'ars dragged by an one ebenin',
jes' as she stopped before de big door
openin' into big bakery in New York
city ter swing de big basket of ironed
clothes onter de oder arm, who should
walk out but Miss Editha, 1ookin' pale
| an moity worn out. She seed an
knowed her ole nanny, glib a scream,
an right dar in d. streets Rugged her,
arcryin' for joy. M
"When Sistah Whitehead got home,
or de two rooms, away ont in de sub
urbs, dat de Mooros' called home, she
found things not goin' well wild de fam
bly,. Young Massa Guy had for var
| past suffered patiently and much from
gunshot wound in his head dat had
clar destroyed his right eye. Ole massa
was clean broken down after four vars
sarbice in de army, bein' too old ter
stand de hardships,. yet he was tryin'
| ter by odd jobs arm q leetle money ter
| put in the family purse, but the rale
supportin' oh de family fell pom Editha
an me, an tryin' time we had OBJ it
ter make expenses meet, dough missy
had good place as cashier at de bakery.
Not bein' brought up ter economickle
doin's we didn't get on very we'll
you'd better beliebe dat we had a
rejcin' when Sistah Whitehead came
in. We'd giben her up for dead, and
den she brought us de means ter git
back ter dear old Chelsea Place. We
warn't many days gittin' ready ter. go,
an ole missus grew ter look ten Vars
younger durin our homeward journey,
an when she git ter de stun steps lead
in up ter de big front door, she jest fall
down an kiss de granite, weepin' tears
OBJ joy, shown jest how homesick she'd
been, De land was dar, and de big
house, but dat was bout all we hab ter
come to, an de weeds had moity start.
All about us desolation, but Missy
Dorothea an Editha hold up dar heads
and say: Wen go ter work an reclaim
what we've lost, We're not badly off
Oars de money Aunty Whitehead, bless
her faithful soul, vent through dangers
andtroubles to save us, and with the
/ help of aunty and uncle we can do .
| great deal.
\" There's d market norf for fruit,
vegetables, grain, poultry, anything
that we can raise. 1t will be; healthy
pleasant work that even father and G ny
can help. Our tomatoes, peaches,
grapes, apples, berries, shall be SO nice
that everybody win want them
"Den Massa Moore say: r neber
thought ter see my daughters You
neber thought ter see your girls any
thing but bills of expense. did yo'.
Father Moore?' said Missy Dorothea,
putin her hand ober his mouth. 1
didn't 'zactly relish the idee ob our
Young ladies diggin' wild dar own hands
inter the ground. an peddlin' f,1,its an,