Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-09-30

his age he presented very comical
appearance in his little pants and
white cotton shirt with bands OF
cloth brought over the shoulders
crossed in the back and front serv-
ing as suspenders. He fairly wor-
shipped Miss Edith and sho in turn
was gracious allowing him to accom-
pany her on all her rambles- Some
times they woulA be gone all day, re-
turning toward evening loaded down
with MOVERS Brightlight was as
fond OF towers as his young mistress,
and would search for hours on the
hills and in the hollows for his favor
ties He had weakness for the
horse lot where the horses and mules
were kept and his mother had caught
him more than once upon one OF tho
mules riding around the lot
Whether his mother thought this a
dangerous exercise or whether she
was in sympathy with the mules
would DO hard to tell but at all
eventa he was lectured long and we'll
on the subject Although she was
fond OF threatening him and seemed
TO delight in making him fear her.
she was never known to punish him
Edith and Brightlight had started to
the grove earlier than usual that
morning. and Aunt Fannie not see
ing the boy around, suspected that he
had gone TO the horse lot to ride the
mules She was quite satisfied when
she found he was with Edith. and
went about her work singing at the
top of her voice and rafting the
dishes TO keep an accompaniment to
her song. When Brightlight got
back TO the grove he found Edith
under tree sorting ferns and placing
them in baskets
What did your mother wantP' she
asked, as the boy seated him self by
her side and began to help her. oh
she though wiz down in de boss
lot ridin' dc mules" Then looking
serious he continued: Say. Mis-
Edit. you reckon ct Satan ill get me;
nanny says he will" Edith bit
her lips to keep from laughing, but
when she saw the earnest expression
on the child's face she answered.:
He won't get you if you are e
right good boy. Haven't you been
goods'
He made no reply. but seemed to
be gazing up at the sky. then. as If
an idea had struck him, he said:
Miss Edit, is dcy only a white
Gowdp
"A white God? What do you
mean?" asked the girl looking at
him in amazement
ii wuz des wonderin' eff dar wuz
Gowd fur de black people.
why. BrightlighL there is only
one God for us al. What has put
such ideas in your head?"
II wuz des thinkin' ct wen | die l
want ter go wher you and Mars John
son goes"
I'VE will all go to the same place
If we are good said Edith. wonder
ing to herself why Brigntlight was so
serious
'.Ef you die 70 me-" cautioned the
boy still gazing at the sky, you'll
wait by de big gate twel | come erlong.
won't you Miss Edit? Kaze Iii be
skeered to go in er lone IF | dies
fus is goin' ter wait rite aut sid OF de
big gate for you"
Here they were interrupted by Aunt
Fannie calling them 10 lunch.
The next week it raned almost
every day and Edith and Brightight
were compelled to postpone their
rambles. Brightlight had ventured
out during one of the rains and got
himself drenched. The result was a
severe cold which kept him confined
TO his bed Amt Fannie was not at
all alarmed about his illness as he
often complained. She thought when
the weather cleared up he would DO
we'll again and ready to accompany
Edith on her excursions
Brightlight grew weaker instead of
stronger and Aunt Fannie and Edith
became anxious One afternoon as
Edith was sitting by his bedside fan
ming him he said:
Mis- Edit, you reckon dem flowers
down by dc branch is in bloomP"
''Yes, Brightlight / think they are.
Would you like someP"
He nodded his head.
She got up and put on her hat say
ing: Then you shall have some and
/ am going after them myself. You
just see If l don't bring you some
mighty pretty ones.
''Whar you goin' in dis hot sun.
huneyP' called Aunt Fannie from the
kitchen as she saw Edith walking to.
ward the gate.
Il am going down to the branch to
get Bright some flowers" answered
the girl
Mis- Edit. you done max fool
OF dat boy. He'll be gettin' so mon
strous proud ct we kant stand him
wen he gets up"
Aunt Fannie. he Is iller than you
think, and it will do no harm to humor
him"
You always wuz en- angel so go
right erlong en- do es you lakr'
How much dat gal is lax her dad
dy. she thought as she watched the
retreating form OF the girl de sam
proud walk en- the sam sat ways"
An hour passed. but it seemed an
age to Brightlight who tossed from
one side OF the bed to tho other lis
tening for the footsteps he knew so