St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-10

LlJan went long wild him, an MarSe
George say, 'cep dat 'Lijah wuz sech a
pious cuss. he wuz de bes' body sarvint
| in FerginDy. But fust ting dc Yankees
wuz shootin' one day an deg tuck aim
| at Marse George am shoot de leg off'n
| him. He he'd ter come home den, an
| Mistis she an 'Lljah nuss him 'tWell he
| got well, an Jim Henry, de carpenter,
he made er wooden leg fer Marse
| George.
'Twarn' long fo' he wuz stumpin'
| roun', but dat ar wooden leg seem ter
change him ev'y way, an it look mighty
| pitiful when he wuz lmpin' roun' wild
| de leg Jim Henry meek him, 'sted o. de
| one Cord Almighty gin him. Den he
| had KEEP mons'us straight an sober, and
mistis tho't he done inform fer good, but
| he wuZ SO mlZerabul he tuck ter frolick-
i in agin. Hit jes' kilt mistis. an bout
de time Marse Abe Grant Sot de niggers
free an de war wuz over, mistis Token
ter her big bald in de chamber.
One night jes' fo' she die she sont fer
| 'Lijah. She say: elijah, know you
love my son. l doan' know what gwi
become of him. Promise me you'll do
"Mistis, gwin' member what you say''
he say it solemn like. Den mistis
tell him sing her some dem Niger
hymns, an 'Lijah he sing "Swing Low,
Sweet Chariot" an fo' mornin' she
wuZ ded.
At de fun'al Marse George wuz d'yar;
he he'd been way on one he sprees
when mistis die, an Miss Amy Seattle,
she WIZ d'yar, too. She went up ter
Marse George an spoken ter him, de
fust time sence dey had de fallin' out.
Marse George he say ter her mighty
rough, dough didn' nobody hardly heah
MIN: EFF you he'd treat me right |
would er been er diff'unt man." Miss
Amy she turn pale an say: "Ef you
warn't diff unit man fer yerse'f an yo'
mother you wouldn' ha' bin so fer me-"
But Marse George he say: Il would; l
love you better'n anything in de worr
l know my mother love me. no matter
what do, but would a. had ter con-
due myself proper fer you ter love me,
| an | would a. done it, Amy"
doan' like Ter talk bout how Marse
| George do arter dat-bUt 'twuZ mon sas
bad. He 90 way. and nobody doan'
heah no mo- bout him, an nobody keer
'cept Miss Amy Scalfe an 'Lijah. But
seem like dem two cyan forgit him.
Miss Amy could er got married, but she
tell her par, if she cyan marry Marse
George, she aim gWi marry nobody else.
Well, one night, mos fo' years after
MarSe George had done gone way
'Lijah wuz preachin' bout ;pentance
ter de Lam. 'Twuz summer time an
de windows wuz up, am da wuz some
candles in de meetin' house, an out
side somebody had done meek or fire
ter keep de skeeters way-an' while
'Lijah wuz baigin' de POI sinners ter
come to the Lam, he look up, an
right d'yar, peekin' in de winder,
wuz Marse George. 'Lijah say he jes'
cotch he eye, an Marse George done
gone like Sperrit-but 'Lijah, some
how, tho't Marse George hadn' gone
fur. An he face, he face! 'Lijah say
hit look like de devil had done put he
mark d'yar. Fo' dat, no matter how
bad he wuZ, he never looked bad-he
look like the pleasantes'. kindes' gent
nun you ever see-but dis heah time he
look like he had done kill somebody
he wuz like er evil dat hants places.
Hadn't nobody seed him but 'Lijah-
an hit gin him er sorter turn. But he
KEEP on preachin'. He says: "Breth-
rem, we IS all POI los sheep-all on US
but Jesus Chris He keer bout us all,
an if we ain safe in de sheep foP, God
knows it an he gwi look fer us. 'Tain't
only de leetle fat yearlin's, good Tor de
bes' mutton, wild de white wool on Gle
backs, but de POI ole wedders, dat aim
no count, and de wool is all full er burs
cyan raise an de black sheep dat aim
wutf nuttin' tall. cord Almighty feel
mighty sorry fer desc heah black sheep.
He willin' for 'em ter come up an git
de corn JeS' same eZ de er'rS. He turn
'em inter de rich parSter wild de res O.
de flock Wnar' de grass CROWN high
and whar' de ripplin' waters flow. lie
dOan' fink no less on 'em kase nobody
else aim got no use fer 'em. He doan'
begrutch 'em multitude Shepherd He
teck keer dat black sheep ies' ez same
ez de white ones. He CALM 'em ali de
time. He aim gwi drive 'em outen de
sheep fol- when tits COP an dark an
dey come snaakin' in. D'yar is plenty
room fer 'em all-plenty fer all po' sin
ners."
An pres'ny. 'Lijah see Marse George
hade creepin' up over de windersill, an
he look an listen wider wiz look on he
face, an when de meetin' wuZ out
'Lijah wait 'twell de folks wuz gone
and d'yar wuz Marse George outsider
de winder waitin' for him. When 'Lijah
seed him, dat bigger bust out cryin', he
look so bad. Marse George, he trim
bic an say: dat sermon went ter de
marrer," an den fust thing he gins to
cuss an laugh an sing an say: well, ole
boy, had my fling. L am bout ready
to go now. an come back here ter die.
but arter l got here l fin 1
aim got nowhRr ter die. l speck
de ribber's good 'nough for sech ez
me-; an while he wuz larfn' an
singin' he start ter coughin'; and
'LiJah tho't he goin' die right d'yar An
fust thing, de blood come outen he
mouf, an he hade fall back and 'Lijah
make sho' he wuZ gone.
But he warm. Some folks wuZ gwi
by in er c'yart, an 'Lijah heah de
wheels-kase 'twuz so dark he couldn'
see 'em-an' he boiler an dey come am
pick Marse George up. An'.de neares'
place wuz Briartiel', whar Amy Seattle
an her par live, an d'yar dey token
Marse George.
Mars Torn Scaife. Miss Amy's par,he
meet 'em at de do, and when he see
'twuz Marse George, he say: Bring
him in. l never did thO't ter see he
fathers son come ter dis pass AM
Miss Amy, she look at him jes' oncit,
an fall right over like she Wuz daid.
After while she come to, but her par
had done had ev'ything done fer Marse
George. an she go up inter de bes'
bathroom, where dey had done lay him,
an set by him an watch't wellde doctor
come. 'Lijah WIZ d'yar, too, an when
MarSe George open he eyes 'twuZ mos
midnight. D'yar he lay in er com fable
DalQ, via er hickory nre IN Gle fireplace,
an. 'Lijah settin' by him. and Miss
Amy settin' Oh de yether side. He look
fus' at one an den at t'other. an he
say, arr while: "Dis heah see m like
heaben. De onlieSt two creatures in de
worP dat cyan t'rO er stone at me is
you Amy, an 'Lijah.'
Miss Amy say: George, aim never
t'ro' er stone at you. Eff didn't marry
you, 'twan' eos L didn't love YOU" AM
Marse George say, feeble like: Say dat
ar agin, Amy. l tho't nobody in de
wide worl' would ever say dat sorter
thing ter me no mo-"
'Lijah, he had done cry when he see
MarSe George. an he cry some mo- den.
He say: "Marse George, L amt never
furgOt you, ner blame you, nor nuttin',
an when see yo' face tonight L stop
preachin' ter dem niggers, an preach