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

forgiveness. An ssh, ef, ez lse hear tell, angels
frum heaben sometimes come down to dis sirth
IN the shape uf wlmsn, den ct wuz dat sum
angel frum on high drap down an took de
form nf de young misses. ez she flung her arms
roun her farder's neck an say: All. all u FUR
given, farder. Let pas be de pas'-nebber TO
be membered. den de happiness uf de ole DAYS
will be ours agin,'
An soon ct seemd ez ef de ole DAYS bed
alwus been-ez eff der nebber he'd been nuthin
TO furgit Fur ez soon ez dc voung nnlssus cud
stan movin de ole marse bring her an de baby
an chen ole Miss Jane back TO de ole place. an
ce happy voice uf de prord young mother an
de soft COON uf de baby wnZ souns dat make
de ole home berry happy one. sab. De ole
marse he didn't du nuthin' tail but jes SO
roIn an roun thinkin' up tings an a-duin' uf
EN- fur TO make his chile happy. Et seemd e.
Ell he wuz s-iryin fur tn tone fur all de psin
an suf rim dat ne he'd done 'casionei de chile.
All be think uf, from de risin uf de sun 20 de
goin' down uf de same. ez de preacher say,
wuz she and her baby bow. An bless yer soul,
sab. he 6 ies so proud of dat baby dat he cadn't
talk
But dem happy days. sab, wuz only de
shinin' If de sun uf happiness ez et pas frum
one cloud 70 annudder. Eft shine berry bright
ez ct pas. dem clouds of sorrow, an clouds of
pain hide ct agin. Fur one dav when eft
seem d like de good Lord smile down on us de
mos de leetle baby boy gin to fade an droop.
an droop an fade, an de ole msrse rush Of
an bring docturs' frum de Lord knos whar.
But tho ley come an go. dey du no good an
de po ieetle fello' gro weaker an weaker. day
by day. tell one day ez de young missus bend
ober him. twin ez only mother Kin TO coax 3
smile rum her chile. he close his weary. limo
cent leetic eyes, arter one look up into his
mothers face, to open EN- agin whar no tears
no and whar no mothers heart breaks
vivid de goin' uf her baby seemed to go
almos de life uf de young missUs All chillen
are berry close tn mothers heart. yit she
nebber misses de loss uf any she du her fust
| born! So ct wuz only nat raj dat de pore chile
seem like she los all da; go TO make glad dis
life. Howrumebber. a letter come long tn her
| one day from young Marse Tom. sayin ez how
he wuz at las sailin' back tn her an home
| frum dat berry day. sab. she like nnuder bein
she wake to life now. an tho she jes love de
| ole marse same eZ she ebber did an ez strong
ct did seem dat de onliest ting she du now WIZ
to count de days befo' young Marse Tom be
| wild her agin.
Bat de sun Of happiness jes peepin' tru de
clouds. Nuthin' mo- dea dat. Cause de ole
marse ceive letter frum de high man uf de
| naby at Washin tun not long arter dat fling
| ober de sun de blacklist clouds Wit. De letter
tell us dat young Marse Toms ship cotch tire
| out In de middle uf De an burn clean up.
| an dat tho sum IF de pc souls git way in
!eetle boats. de boat dat young Marse Tom Wuz
IN ain nebber been heerd uf sence.
Fur er long time de ole marse Nuz afear i
|
in, bu: ct all he'd 20 be tole sum day. an al
las he tell her. Aimos' befo' he say tn words
she spicion what WIZ cumin', an stanln up
wild her hans tight togedder cross her bre :
she hssea eZ her farder tell her berry gentul
an sof De bad news. Like a stone statur she
stan ez she lissen, when de old marse say: MY
chile. let us hope fur de bes. Dat boat may
hey been pick up, tn, an de ship dat pick eft
up ain he'd time to reach port yet But de
pore chile shake her head. an her lip move.
but don't say ANYTHING; den she give a clutch
at her bassum ez ef her pore leetle heart wuz a
breakin', and wild jes de leetlest moan her eyes
shet an she pitch for'ard into de ole marse =
| arms.
FUR. days an DAYS she jes Law in her bed
a-tossin' an a-tossin bout an kno' nuthin'
tall, sab, all de time. Den, after q vile she
lay still. jes like she's sleep. an AFTER dat she
come, teetle by leetle, to her senses agin. An
ez ct all come back to her she say. po' leetle
soul. she don't want TO live: dat dere's nuthin'
nov to live fur; husben' an chile bofe gone
But de ole marse. he put his arms 'roun' her an
beg her to live fur him. Don't talk like dat.
he say, cts wrong, my chile. Oars always
hope lef us. Live fur my sake. chile, fur We
sinned much agin you, my darlin'. Live an
| let me tone fur dat sinnin' by bein' fur de
henceforth de farder dat shad hev been al
ways At da: she fling her po' wasted arms
'roun' his NECK an whispered, Vas, farder, fur
| your sake
$50 de time pas. Ebry day tell de story ut
| a sorrowful ole man Twin his whole life fur his
chile-fur her happiness lone. Ebry bre tn he
draw he draw but fur her, an his only pra'r is
dat health an peace an joy come to her De
po chile kno ali dis. an. hope all gone. bus
ban an chile no mo-, she try berry hard to be
brave an strong. But de trial mos too hard
fur her. de load mos too heavy; an tho she
| smile for de ole marses sake an make blieve
dat she Is happy we see dere Is a sorrow not to
| be took way in dis wurl-one dat is slowly.
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solves he gres. rnis.ry fur us all. Day by day
she grow weaker: day by day she grow mo
| tired day by day her face grow paler. But de
| smile far her fader nebber leave her sweet face
She kno de end am comm, an kno'in' dat ct
will give her back husban an chile she long fur
cts comm. She hey, ct seem like. only one
| sorrow-de thought uf leavin' te ole marse
| lone in de wurl. An ez de end come closer an
closer so she cling closer an closer to hiIa. At
las ct come SO dat de po' chile git SO weak dat
she kin only set in her clair By lie winder an
de doctur he keep 'nludin' Us all dat we kin not
be Ia careful wild her.
$50 tings go on fur long. long time, do sun
goin' furder an furder behind de clouds. But,
san, when ebryt'ing gifts to de berry WIS, den
ct is dat de best is nigh at hand! An so ct
WIZ wild us. Fur at las de good Laud hear orr
pra rs. an dc sun cum out brighter an
brighter. letter ct wuz dat bring him on. a
smilin'. ez a letter ct wuz dat sont him frownin'
in. DE letter dat bring him ont sgiu wuz from
Young Marse Tom bis.elf. sab. an frum no
udder. De po boy tell in his letter how he had
been pick & up BY passin vessel an carried
almos' to de end uf de sirth; dat he is safe an
SCUM in his own land once mo-. an dat berry
soon now he'll be wild agin. Well. sab. dat
letter nigh sot us all ravin' mad wild joy De
old marse he wusser den anybody else sah
III course. sab. ez you can imagine. we didn't
dar' let on a word tn de Young missus
bout de letter, fur de doctur he say
1t amt tall safe, bein' tn startlin', less
de good news is broke tu de po' ting berry
CRED III, word ct time like. SO de berry fus'
ting de ole narse du wuZ to write young Marse
Tom letter 'quaintin' him wild all de fac's.
But bless yo' soul, sab, de ole marse he write
one day, an young Marse Tom be come ridin'
up big ez life de berry mex night after. Thank
God sah, he come after de young missus bed
tired fur de night an was SCUM sleep, so she
don't kno' nuthin tall bout et Ez soon ez de
citement uf de boys 'ribal sided de OLE marse
he sont me fyin' off fur de doctur. to suit wild
him ez tn how we mus now range tings SO ez
not tn harm de po chile. an bring him right
back wild me. All dat night, sab, we sot up rang
in matters for de mex day. We jes dat glad dat
we don't want to sleep. De doctur he tell ne
dat we's got tn go mighty slow an easy like in
de telin' uf eft all to de chile, an ez daylight
come on We grow berry, berry nervous. sab.
But young Marse Tom he heb no fear, an say
dat Joy is the best medicine de wurl ober De ole
marse press de boys hand an smile. an de doc
tur he look berry solemn. Well, sab, we range