Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-09

down de road, little baby. Yapder
come a whole passed. OBJ people in a
red spring wagon. Fore Cord, Of doy
amt gwine ter stop at Huldah's
house.
A lady habited in gray leaned from
the wagon, and, after CHEEKY Good
morning." said: "My good woman,
will you be kind enough to lend us a
gourd that we may get some water to
drink at the beautiful spring we have
just passed."
With swift, yet tender motion,
Huldah put the sick child in the
arms of club-foot Sal, and rushed to-
ward the wagon with hands out
stretched, eXclaimipg: I'D known
your voice in de luther world, dat /
would! IF hit amt Missy Simpkins!
Don you knoy Huldah? Is you for
got Mobile? Is you forgot you didn't
hab nuff cold days for de satifaction
OBJ dat ole furnace? If you forgot
bout de ole pipes whar run all ober
de houseP Is you forgot dat de ole
furnace terminate. and 'nipulate and
de house got like fodder field in Au-
gustP Glare to gracious, Mrs. Simp-
kins / boun' ter know you. dat is. /
so glad ter sec you rs right weak
You tuck me all of q suddint You
most made me forgit bout my baby,
whar club-foot Sal say got de confer
on her. ] members dat time you
splained all de 'cision oh dc matter
ter me, an gin me dc understand
ment dat dar warnt no sech thing
as dc confer. l jIss now tote Sal
bout dat. when / tole her my baby
amt got do confer, scaze dey amt no
confer, but she got de tivoy, an /
gwine cure her wild nanny tea, an
ole big-belly spider outen dirt-dauber
nest. Say, Missy Simpkins, is you
forgot Hulday?"
A smile, full of benevolence, rested
on Miss Simpkins' face, as she ex-
tended her small gloved hand, and
eXclaimcd: Indeed, | remember
you perfectly, cunjer' and ell.and am
glad TO meet you again. But your
little baby-let me see it. Do not
give it the spiders. beg. Perhaps
! can find something better in my
hand sacheL Let me get out and see
the child. am in no hurry. / and
my friends are going across the
country TO Janetown, where we are
TO take charge of mission work, and
start school for the colored people.
"De Lord knows you's a good
oman, Missy Simpkins. l doan cyar
whar He put you; dat you is, for sho'
fac. ] mighty glad if you will look
at my baby; she moan so l most
'stracted. / is. She jes' moan an
groan, an / nuss her an walks her,
an studies bout angel comm arter
my baby, kase dey so KNOWN, dey
knows / doan rightly know how to
teck cyar my baby when she so sick.
! spec you come t'om de Norf, an you
knows what good fur chile when she
got de tivoy fever, an mean an moan
all de time, day in an day out. You's
a oman whar got UNDERSTANDINGS,
you is. You got unders tandment like
dem angels whar pear ter be lut-
term roun' here tell ! skeered dey
gwine teck my chile fom me, Gaze
dey knows how 10 tend TO her. Dat
dey does. Missy Simpkins. Angel
mighty smart critter done heard
how dey jess fly up an down the
Jacob ladder bedout ever toHchin' de
rounds wild dere hands or dey feet. q"
In few minutes the practiced eye
of the kind Miss Simpkins saw how
i'll the wee brown baby was. With
an air Of decision she told Huldah to
put into a sack few necessaries for
herself and child, to leave the house
in charge of clubfoot Sal and her
brother, who had just appeared
on the scene of action, and to seat
herself, baby in arms, in the red
spring wagon. Once in Janetown
the child should be carried to the
hospital. cared for, and cured, and
Huldah could once more become a
cook in tho Simpllins household.
"Fore Cord" cried Huldah, with
glad eyes, "dat huccome l bin
studyin' bout angel all de time. Angel
done druv up in red spring wagon.
Angel never had no wings dat time,
but Huldah knowed 'em. She know'd
'em, bedout dc wings. from God she
did!"-Eleanor Churchill Gibbs, in
the Chicago Inter Ocean.