The Forrest City times., 1892-04-15
aGrfns Rsrk Har-r


 As- wait 1 in the L ( S- depot al Nashville for the train some o1e began crying. and an excitement was ralsed among the passengers $ brief investl- gztion proved that IL wzs sa old co1orsd man who was giving EaF to his grief. Three or four people remarked on the ,trzngsness of it. but for some time 10 ere said anything 10 him Then depot policeman came forward and took him by the arm. and shook him roughly and sad:
 See here. old man. you want to quit tfzt. You arc drunk and if yo1 make any more dIstarbancs I'll lock you up. Deel, but I haia't drum, replied the old man. as he removed his tear stained haudkerchief FZe losfed my ticket an money, an dats what's de matter.
 -Bosh. YOu never hal znF money 10 Lose. You dry up. or away you go.-
 Whats the matter yere. qaer1ed . man as he came for~ard
 The old man recognized the dialect of the Sou.heraer in an instant. and, re- pressing his emotions wilh great effort, he answered
 Say. Mars Jack. Tzs been robbed. .
 Ny name is White
 ~Well. den. Mars White, somebody has robbed me of ticket an money.
 Where were you going
 -Gwine down into Kzinsuck, where l was bon an Iai-ei-
 Where's that:
 Nigh to Bowlin' Green. sah. an when de wah dun s0t me free I come up dis way. HaiH't bin home sence, sah-
 And you lad ticket:
 %Yes, sah, an ober so in cash Bin savin' up fur ten ' lars. sah-
 What do you want 10 gO back for: -To see de hills an de fields, de to- hacker an de coin. Mars Preston an de good ole missus Why, Mars White. Fzs Cua bin prayin' fur il 10 over twenty vars. Sometimes de longin' has come uIl couldn't hardly hold myself.
 Its too bad
 De ole woman is buried down dar, Mars White-de ole woman an free children. kin member the spot same as if I seed it yisterday. You go out half way to de fust tobacker house, an den you turn to de left an go down to de branch whar de wimnen used to wash. Oars fo' trees on de odder bank. an right under 'em is whar dey is all buried. 1 kin see it! kin lead you right to de spos.~
 And wha. will you do when get thers,- asked the stranger.
 d. I.@c. an Mara Preston to let me lib out all de rest of my days right dar Fze old an all alone, an want to be nigh my dead. Sorter company fur me when my heart aches
 Where were you robbedf
 %Out doahs, dar. reckon, in de crowd Sees De pocket is all cut out. Tzs dreamed an pondered-Ize had dls journey in my mind fo' y srs. an now Tze dun bin robbed an can't go.
 He fell to crying, and the policeman came forxard in an officious manner.
 Stand back, sir!" commanded the stranger. If you lay hand on that nigger I'll kill you. Now, gentlemen, you have heard the story. I'm going to help the old man tack to die on the old planta- tion and be buried alongside of his dead
 So am IF called twenty men in chorus. and within five minutes we had raised enough 10 buy him ticket and leave $50 to spare And when he real ized his good luck the snow haired black fell upon his knees in that crowd and prayed:
 Lord. Tze bin believer in You all my days, an now l dun axes You to watch ober desc yere white folks dat has believed in me an helped me to go hack to de ole home
 And l do believe that nine-tenths Of that crowd had tears in their eyes as the eateman called out the train for Louis vile