Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-01-14


aiwus been Tree an happy like all de time.
But arter dat day she move bout like ez eff she
didn't care much fur nuthiu. Fur you see.
eah. de quart tween de ole msrse an ole Marse
Tom Butord fected de po' chile mo den one
way. Fust, she feel mighty bad cause uf de
ehile's own godfarder. sab. An den again she
feel powerful bad cause de fust quar1
had done mex annudder tween her
farder an young Marse Tom, derebv
known an been togeddsr wild ebber since she
fust cud toddle long. But de chile she didn't
say nuthin to nobody. an needer did de ole
marse. Bofe uf 'em berry proud. sahi De
young missus she ;'ink de ole marse done
wrong de boy, an widout jus 'casiou, an de
ole marse he ~ proud to knowledge ct
Bout a week arter de ole marse SEN voung
Marse Tom off, de boy meet me ont on de main
road an give me letter fur de Young missus.
An. sab, eff you cud hev seen de JOY dat light
up de face uf de po' leetle ting ez she took ct
an read ct, ct wud done your heart good Den
ct wuz, sab, dat my 'spicions wuz 'spicions no
MOI Dere's sum things in dis hyar worl'. sab,
dat don't need de tellin'! Well sab. de young
mlssus she sot right down an write de answer
dat 'hvered to Young Msrse Tom dat berry
night. An frum dat time on, sab, dose chillen
didn't give me no peace tall wild deere notes an
letters back an fo'ard. Uf course de ole marse
he didn't 'spicion nuthin' uf de kind-dat is. at
fust-but one day he cotch me wild er letter dat
de Young missus he'd 'structed me to carry to
Young Marse Tom. l WIZ jus on de pint NJ
jumpin' on de horse when de ole marse see de
letter fall out He kno' he done give me no
letter fur anybody, SO he say: 'Rastus, whats
dat?'
"A letter. sah,' say, pickin' ct up an
shakin' all ober
"'Who frum yer black rascal?'-de berry
fust time dc ole marse ebber use hard name at
me-
{" 'Frum de young missus, sah,' wlshin de
debbil he'd me-
"'who is dat letter fur. sahT de ole marse
say, CROWN mad ez a wet hen, sab.
Fur young Msrse Tom Buford, sah,' say
mo. essy like on do Buford.
Den de ole marse grow awful. sab. TEX
dat letter, he say. back to your young missus.
sab, an give her my comp ments an say to her
dat wishes to see her in de liberty bis eyes
fashin' up like fire, sab.
"'Yas, sah;' an off / goes to de po' chile.
feein' dat Ise to blame fur eberyting. give
de letter back to her an tell her what de ole
marse say. She took dc letter an say, quiet
like: Tell my farder, Rastus. III be dar di-
recly.' An almos befo' | cud get tn de
liberty TO form de ole r,arse in she walk, like
de eetle queen dat she wuz.
My chile de ole marse say, ez place a
chair fur her, Rastus forms re dat you give
him letter fur tn give tn young Tom Buford;
Is been formed currecly, my chile!
.
ez straight ez cud be, an lOokin' de ole marse
squar in de eve.
Den my chile, sPose dat dis letter is one
OF long 'spondence tween youy'
''Yes, farder. Tom an me hev 'sponded al
mos since de berry day dat you cruelty
eyes fash an her nostrils quiver ies like a
tho bred fur all de world. An it's no use talk
ing, sab, tho bred folks an tho'bred horses jes
like!
my chile de ole marse 60 on to say irwin
hard to keep de debbil from risin' up in him,
writin' arter | he'd 'structed you not to eber
mention de name OF Buford agin2'
"'No, farder; did not know dat / wuz DUN
wrong. An de po' leetls things ewes fash an
her nostrils quiber mo- an mo. 4 don't b lievs
it wrong, she go on, ito DE loyal to one fr EN-
an cause you heb treated po' Tom unjus'ly, /
siu not b'lieve l shud rurget him. an dat be s
been the only brudder lse ebber he'd l don't
believe in wisitin' de sins of de farder on de
head uf de chile! EZ she say dat. de ole marse
move bout berry unessy like. 'Wedler or not
farder, you he'd jus cause fur your break wild
Toms farder you he'd none fur de ous wild Tom
hisseh Tom. to me, farder, is today de same
he's alwus been-de same kind, true noble
fello! An sab, anybody dat kno anything
tall bout woman folks. kno dat de po' chile
mean a mighty good deal mo- den she say
"Ez she finish, de old Inarse troll hisself no
longer. He spring from his chair, an, standin'
right up befo de young missus, jes D lin ober
wild temper, he say: Does you mean TO say,
chile, dat you love him-de young scoundrel?'
AT dat de young mssGs rise up. til, an look
at her farder wild dat cool eye dat means ebry-
ting. Yes. farder, du love him-wid all my
heart! 1 hev lob'd him from de time dat L
fust cum TO kno' what love wuz An. farder. /
hev promus d to be his wife. Dat promus
hopes to keep wild your 'proval, farder, an
widout ct eff yer SO wills etn An de chile stan
ez straight an CT firm befo' de ole n,arse ez a
drum major, sab! l nebber seed sech spunk,
but she wuz her farder's own chile.
"Ez de young missus say all dis. de ole
marse he stan ez eff he WIZ jus SO s,onlshed
dat he didn't quite understan' ct ALL but when
de po' chile tia.h, he fur, an storm i so dat
jes 'spected him to fall down in lit den an
oar. 'Neboer will you marry Baford wild my
consent, he fairly roar'd; I'd ruther see You
dead at my feet dis berry MKT. An eff you
does, I'll disown you! III fuse to ebber call
you chile uf mine agin! You is uf age. your
own missus, an you kin du ez yer like. but de
day dat you is de wife Of Tom Buford dat day
you amt nv chile!
''At dat, de po leetle ting bus into tears. an
wild EN- runnin' down her putty face. her hps
a-tremblin. an her pc leete heart flutterin' ez
ef ct wud break. she go up ter de ole marse. lay
her leetle han his arm look up ir ter his face
an say, sof like, 'Farder. dear, be calm. Think
fur mint. Wud you drive your own chile
your only one, way frum you cause she wuz
tru' to de man she love?'
Den may de Good Lord furgive him,-de
ole marse say: You heer'd what / saw means
et-de day You marry young Tom Buford dat
day you is no chile uf mine,' An ez de po'
chile try to fling her arms 'roun' her farder's
neck he fling her OFF, stride out uf de house,
jump on his horse an ride way like de Ole Boy
wuz arter him.
Fur a long time de chile jes cry an cry, den
she stop all uf a sudden. When she stop she
sot right down an write a letter dat she sont
me fvin' wild to young AIarse Tom Buford, sah
Ez de boy read ct. he sot his teeth together,
smiled, 'termined like to hisself an sont me
back ez fas' ez cum wild his answer. What
wuz in dem tn letters, sab. vou may 'spicion
when tells You dat dat berry night de young
missus jump on her horse, meet Young Msrse
Tom an marry de 1oyI
"De ole narse didn't git home tell way late
dat night, long arter de young missus he'd gone,
an den he find note frum her sayin' daI she
alwus tried to be a lovin' an dutiful chile to
him, an dat in leavin' de ole home an seekin'
de only refuge lef her, she wuz only obeyin' de
promptin's uf her heart an conshuns. De ole
marse he tore de writin' into a milyun pieces,
an he trod an trod EN-, but he nebber say a
word nur Ak ting Deed. sab, he 60 bout
frum dat time on like dere nebber had been no
sech pusson on dis hyar airth ez de young
missus!
Young Marse Tom took his leetle wife
home. an ole Marse Tom he jes' mex de wurr
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