Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1891-05-16

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all de thievin' dat lies ter her hand.
Dey was mad wild liquor an that on
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 vallyble
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 artcr 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 do 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 EN- missus' gold. She had put
it dar, thinkin' it was a 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 u safe hidin'
place, whar she stayed until the thieves
were run off by some sojers comm
along.
"Not 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 missus an de
young ladies, or Massa Moore, an not
KNOWN de wal was most ODER, she
feel as if she mus start ter fin EN-,
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, MS she'd forgot
de name of Holyoke, whar de young
ladies went ter skule an had friends.
''Ebery leetle while she'd hear oh
Massa Guy an some brave thing he'd
done, an once she was Jest two hours
too late ter git sight oh him, as he'd
jest left the city,
'Sistah Whitehead found plenty ter
do, nussin', cookin', washin' an ironin',
an kept workin' her way norf, allus
lookin' in every direction, strainin' her
ears ter hear de sound of dc 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 oh de Moores, only ter be dis
appointed. One, two, three years passed
in dis way. Peace was deolar'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 oh it. De police came ter
know Aunt Whitehead, an many was
de helpin' han reached ont ter de pore
ole soul.
Give vars dragged by an one ebenin',
jes' as she stopped before de big door
openin' into a 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, lookin' pale
an moity worn out. She seed an
knowed her ole nanny, glib a scream,
an right dar in ID streets Rugged her,
a-cryin' for JOY.
"When Sistah whitehead got home,
or de two rooms, away ont in dc sub
urbs, dat de Mooros' called home, she
found things not goin' well wild de fam
bly,. Young Massa Guy had for a var
past suffered patiently and much from
a 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' OBJ de family fell pom Editha
an me, an a tryin' time we had oh it
ter make expenses meet, dough missy
had a good place as cashier at de bakery.
Not bein' brought up ter economickle
doin's we didn't get OF very well.
YOU'D better beliebc dat we had a
r%ejicin' 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 honeward 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, wcepin' 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 a 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, went through dangers
and troubles to save us, and with the
help OF aunty and uncle we can do a
great DEAL
There's a market norf for fruit,
vegetables, grain, poultry, anything
that we can raise. It will DO healthy
pleasant work that even father and Guy
can help. Our tomatoes, peaches,
grapes, apples, berries, shall be SO nice
that everybody will want Them
Den Massa Moore say: 4 ncber
thought ter see my daughters You
neber Thought ter see your girls any
thing out bills of expense, did yo'.
Father Moorea' said Missy Dorothea,
putin her hand ober his month. |
didn't 'zactly relish tho idev ob cur
Young ladies' diegin' wid dar own bands
inter The ground, IA peddlia' fruits a.