Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-06-22

SO1uS W LIS blut, HOulu you really &c
away to save Jake from goingY
eyes, honey he replied, his sorrowful
eyes lighting up with pleasant expires
sion as with his great black hand he
stroked her sunny curls. Yes, honey.
INK Albut amt got muffin t. stay here fer.
Jake got hees wife. Honey, AK yer mud
der t let ole Albut CO.
"'Use your own pleasure, Albert at last
consented my mother.
"'De Lawd bress mistisP he cried as he
FASTENED to the quarters,
Ode Lawd sabe mistisr echoes Uncle
Gabe, waving his hat rs he leaned on his
crutch
'"They left us that afternoon, 100 tall.
strong sons Of Ham, of varying ages, from
twenty TO forty-ive years.
Albert, said my mother, I must tell
you before you go that in Shreveport men
die at the rate Of fifty a day; often the
death rate is greater; the fever is terrible
"She looked up into his face hoping by
this last appeal to discourage his going.
Kahn hep it, mistis; ! spec hits bout
es nigh a route to hebbin by Shrebepote as
as hit air by dis plantashin. Albut amt
keerin, mistis, kaze dc big gates up yam
der's wide open waitin fer Albut, an Lawdl
hdcnel CT SJtnuln JeS' INSIDE.
"'Boysp he cried, turning to the multi
tude assembled under the oaks on the
lawn. Boys, mind mistis an do right an
be bidderble. BE homes, boys, but don't
go to cuttin up no dsregyardable capers
an pranks. Jes whirl in an up and make
de crap fer mistis. Nebber mine de cotton,
but ten de Gavin; pillow deep, boys, and
don't let de grass git de upper hand o. de
crap
"'Move on therel Move on, boysr com.
manded the conscript officer.
"'Goodby, mistis. Far'well chillun,
cried Albert. 'Gawd bress mistisP
'Gawd bress mistisv cried a chorus Of
hundred voices as they marched away
I'm those turbulent times there were nc
established mail routes in our coutry: Ia
deed, the receipt of a letter was quite an
event. For two months we heard nothing
of our men; then one ran away from
Shreveport and came home more dead than
alive. OF the hundred who had gone from
our plantation twenty-five had died. Al
bert had been detailed on hospital duty,
and before another month had passed he,
too, had given up the burden of life. Good,
faithful Albert Though he lives neither
in song nor story, his was as grand hero.
ism as was ever recorded. His Rachel
waited Just within the big white gate,
and waited not in vain" Mrs. Gray had
tears in her voice" as she concluded heI
pathetic story.
Eve brush the skirts of martyrs aud
tread the path with heroes and are all un
mindful; but God noteth all and will re.
ward as surely as the day followeth dark
night" reverently spoke the white haired
rector as we sat silent and thoughtful
And it's just as near heaven by way o.
Silvasdale as home" murmured the in.
valid, folding her light wrap closer about
her.
The great umbrellas of the elders, white
and tender, quivered in the sunlight above
the pale forehead, and the blossoms per
meated the balmy air with a delicate
grateful fragrance Thickets of the slen
der goldenrod and a wild rose twined
about an old stump as If to convert Their
sweetness and beauty into mantle OF
charity to hide its decaying strength and
sightliness.
Looking up through the shimmerine
leaves above into the pure sapphire dome
beyond, thought of the hero who gave
his life for his friend. After his "lone
some days" and weary nights he reached
the haven.
And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes" softly quoted the rec
tor, as if following the drift Of my
thoughts. And there shall be no more
death, neither sorrow nor crying; neither
neither shall their be any more pain, fol-
the former things have passed away
Arkansaw Traveller.