The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1894-11-20

want anybody to say the Riff Rats
fiinched at the last minute.
But you-oh, my Godr His voice
sank even lower. You have given
your young life FOR my folly"
She understood.
81 haven't got no pain-only-I can't
move. l thought I'd get hurt worse
| than am-and rot so much. l feel as
if am going up and up through the
red into the blue. And the moon is
coming sideways to me. And her face
it is in it-just like the picture. VIII
they" she cast her eyes around the
room as if half conscious Of her sur.
roundings-
''Will they love me nowP"
Mrs. Magwire, sobbing aloud, fell
upon her knees beside the bed.
God love herl the heavenly child. y
she walled. "She was niver intinded
for this world. Sure, an / love We,
darlint, jist the same as Mary Ann
an Kitty-an' better, too, to make up
the loss Of yer own mother. God rest
| her"
Great tears rolled down the cheeks
of the dying child, and that Heaven
1y light which seems forecast OF
things unseen shone from her brilliant
eyes.
She laid her thin hand upon Mrs
Magwire's head, buried now upon the
bed beside her.
Lay the little blanket on me, please
when GO
She turned her eyes upon the sky.
"She worked 1t for me-the Oar
ling on it-'Darling' Darling"
| Over and over her moving lips shaped
the words.
The moon is coming again-side-
ways. 1t is her face
So, through the red Of the fiery sky
! up into the blue passed the pure spirit
of little Saint IdyL
The river seemed afire now with float
ing chariots of flame.
Slowly. majestically, upward into
this fiery sea rode the feet.
Although many of the negroes had
run, frightened, into the woods, the
confagration revealed an almost un-
broken line on either side of the river,
watching the spectacular pageant with
awe-stricken, ashy faces.
At Bijou a line Of men-not the Riff
Raffs-sat estride the cannon, over the
mouths of which they had hung their
hats or coats.
II tell yer deze heah Yankees mus
be monst'ous sized men. Look at de
big eye-hoies 'longside o. de ship" said
| one-a black young fellow
Q 'Eye-holes." retorted an old man sit
ting apart; dem amt no eye-holes,
chillen- Dey gun-holes. Dat what
dey is. An eff you don't keep yo' faces
straight dey'll 'splode out on you To-
you know it."
The first speaker rolled backward
down the levee. half dozen following.
The old man sat unmoved. Presently
a little woolly head peered over the
bank.
What de name o dat fust man-o'-
war, gran dad?'
Name Freedom" the old man an
| swered, still without moving. Free
dom comm wild guns in her mouf.
ready to spit fire, tell yer"
"Jeemes, heah, say all de no-'count
niggers is gwine be sol over sg'in-is
dat SO, gran'dad?"
Vas; every Teller gwine be sol ter
ITSELF. An mighty emery. low-down
marster heap oh 'em II git, too"
1t was nearly day when Capt. Doc.
pale and haggard, joined the crowd
upon the levee.
As he stepped upon It's brow, wom-
an. fearing the provocation of his mil
itary hat. begged him TO remove it.
II might provoke volley.
Raising the hat the captain turned
and soiemnly addressed the crowd:
My countrymen,' he began. and
his voice trembled. the Riff Rats are
disbanded. See
He threw the plumed hat far ont
upon The water
Il have just seen an angel paste
enter - yonder" sob closed his
throat as he pointed TO the sky.