The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-10-01

smart O. forgivin', too, 'mongst doze
wat haint ben de bes' O. frens. An
how 'spritsed deeyll be to fin each urTer
say to Bruder Zekel, 'How's yer. ruma.
tiz, dis mawnin', Broder Zekel? An
Broder ze1el, he say, Why, Dress yer
1 amt got eny rumatiz tall. Watch
doze laigs; amt dey timber? No ruma-
J tiz yher,' or
in, Sis'r Nance. How's dat breff O.
yers? Purity short today? An Sisr
Nance, she laff an say, Use jes pulled
up wild bretf dis yher m may in 1T it
furs o. Beulah.' An dey all feel good
But l look yer, my y ffr n y9 IS specb
low de wicked folks feel, my frens,
wen dey yher dat trump an see doze
angels fiotin' down wild, dey, harps?
gels an dat sweet music dan dey wud
| o. roarin' lions. An dey'n crawl un'er
de shaids an stacks. an dey'I call on de
moun'ins done fall on 'em, but doze
wicked folks come, quick ez enyt'ing;
dey CANT stay hid An. dey'n sneak
long ge an tex off de- tops q de e9e
an dar dey be. Dey boun' be 'sposed
in dey. ebil ways. Jes' lex .yo trow
an yo' poke it down an, it bob, up.
P'haps dat gourd d rath' stay down
dan hab yo' punchin' 1t all de time,
but it can't stay, down.
eous is TUX up into de yair, an de earths
all a blazin' confulgation, an dar's
earthquakes an turr'ble noises an aw-
full hur'canes? An dey- try to fio't up
wild de righteous, but dey stuck to de
earth, an still OAR am no place fur 'em
on de earth. An den dey pray an pent
O. dey wicked libes an all dey ebil doins,
but it too late den. It's too late.
"Oh, my frens, whar yo' be wen de
greet trump SCUM? VIII yo' be 'joicin'
am ngn an ha Ms5 or ry MIL 70 20 hide De
away? o, brederen an sis'rs, amt it
better to 'pent now an glib up de sins
an learn de songs O. Zion, so .yo' be
ready wen de trump sounds? Ain it,
my frens?'"
! Loud ''Hallelujahs" and "Amens" from
, the congregation followed this exhorta-
l ton. There were groanS from some over
, come by the sense of their sins and fervent
| Praise de Lord from others. The speak
er was vigorously hopping the perspira-
> ton from his face, but paused occasion
ally to stretch out his hands, in a. breath
! less, silent plea to his people. Presently
= someone took up another song.
Then just as NANNY, seeing only Jim,
thinking only of Jim; having released her
self from the children, started forward to
speak to the man. he rose shrugged him
self, as though shaking off the preachers
E earnest, uncomfortable words, twitched
! down his hat and elbowed his way rough
: ly through the crowd.
. Nanny gave a little entreating cry.
Jim my boyi'
The man, now at some distance, turned
/, head with a quick look in her direction.
What sweet voice from the dead past had
/ called to him?
/ Nanny watched him in despair, the
4 while she struggled nervously to looser
t the grip OF the children, who had again
flung themselves upon her. Only an in
t slant he waited, then frowned and passed
e on. Just at the edge of the crowd he STUN
Il bled over the outstretched limbs of a de-
Y Vout brother upon his knees before q
e bench He recovered himself with ours,
: and kicked the PROSTATE man. The latter
e ready in warfare as reverent in worship
y sprang up, and catching the angry glanc
es of the other. promptly struck out a
!. him. There was a scuffle, q few quicl
k blows then the stranger, pulled backward
s by half a dozen hands, with q powerful
: effort; flung off his opponents and passed
), the darkness. OH such darkness,
@ Poor Nanny, there was nothing left TO
Q her to do but take her little charges home
d and then they hung about her in thei
l. childish sympathy and pleaded for her t
lie spend the night and would not let her go
o So Nanny though feeling that she woul'
/ rather be alone. yielded to her pets. a
, usual. The children climbed upon her la
d and kissed the soft, wrinkled cheeks an
is patted the trembling hands. How strang
e it was 10 see quiet, CHEEKY hearted Nam
IS my with such despairing trouble in he
eyes
l. Yet it was no new thing for these to b
lie though never before showing this hopeless
-e bitterness. had been longer than thei
lives. Twenty years before when Nam
S my's little son had been separated fror
t. her by sale, the children's grandfather
/ old Colonel Braddon. had bought her HI
son and his sons children alike held i
sr tender admiration mammv's pure patient
n busy life. When her freedom came. Nam
- my had been provided for preferring
a plain little place of her own among tn
is other negroes in Happy Hollow. aithoug'
Id probably the greater part of her time wa
at passed in her former masters home tn
t; companion and confidant of his mother
less children.
;" When the nurse came to take ther
re away, they pleaded for Nanny to pu
r them to bed. Wont YOU, NANNY ?
s'yes. darlins.' said Nanny ''but hurry
o. new. or yo'll rot be up to see papa off t.
ly morrow And with one at each hand sh
a passed out. Poor Nanny hardly sa-
ed these pale girls, scarcely realized the
t. caresses. She felt a little brown han
cling to hers; she saw dusky small fac
LII lifted toward her own; she heard boy
III voice call her Nanny. deah''
IS Contrary to the prophesy, the childre
m we're early up next morning. AS Mamnl
be came down stairs. she heard Edith's voiC
ab in tones of horror
~ "And, papa, the paper says he brok