Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-07-20

w HaNiS " ANlAphA NQu4 IIlIIk VI the
number of women and children TO be
provided for; the men left behind are
too old and the boys too young to be de-
pended on
TIE recommembrin all dat, insists,
but | knows what it is for man an wife
TO be sipperated. Oh, insists, de days az
lonesome and de nights year long.
faint no sunshine for Albut here nor
nowhar Hits all dark shadder an do
moonshine don't nigh tech Albut. No,
mistis, hits all trials an tribberlashins
Limme go, please, mistis. Let Jake stay
wild hees wife, pleaded the earnest voice,
half choked by sobs.
LINK Albert, called my little sister
going to his side, would you really go
away to save Jake from going?
Eyes, honey, he replied, his sorrow
full eyes lighting up with pleasant ex-
preston, as with his great black hand
he stroked her sunny curls. Yes,
honey, INK Albut amt got muffin t
stay here fer Jake got hees wife.
Honey, AK yer mudder t let old Albut go.
Use your own pleasure, Albert, at
last consented my mother.
"'De Lawd bress mistis! he cried as
he fastened to the quarters.
DE Lawd sabe mistisr echoed
Uncle Gabe, waving his hat as he leaned
on his crutch.
"They left us that afternoon, 100
tall, strong sons of Ham, of varying
ages, from twenty to forty-fye years,
ALBERT, said my mother, 4 must
tell you before you 90 that in Shreve-
port men die at the rate of fifty day,
Often the death rate is greater. The
fever is terrible
"She looked up into his face, hoping by
this last appeal to discourage his going.
Kahn hep it, mistis; | spec hits
bout es nigh a route to hebbin by
Shrebepote as hit air by dis plantashin.
Albut amt keerin, mistis, kaze de big
white gates up yander's wide open
waitin fer Albut; an. Lawd, Rachels er
standin jes' inside.
"'Boysv" he cried, turning to the
multitude assembled under the oaks on
the lawn. Boys, mind mistis an do
right an be bidderble. Be homes, boys.
Don't go to cuttin up no disregyardable
capers and FRANKS. Jes' whirl in an up
an make de crap fer mistis. Nebber
mine de cotton, but ten de Gavin. Pillow
deep, boys, an don't let de grass git de
upper hand o de crap
"'Move on there Move on, boys,
commanded their leader.
"Goodby, mistis. Far'well, chillun!
cried Albert 'Gawd Dress mistis!
"'Gawd Dress mistisr cried chorus
of hundred voices as they marched
away.
In those turbulent times there were
no established mail routes in our cOun-
try; indeed the receipt of a letter was
quite an event. For two months we
heard nothing of our men; then one ran
away from Shreveport and came home
more dead than alive. OF the hundred
who had gone from our plantation TWEEN
tv-two had died. Albert had been de-
tailed on hospital duty, and before an
other month had passed he, too, had
given up the burden of life. Good,
faithful Albert! Though he lives neither
in song nor story, his was as grand q
heroism as was ever recorded; his Rachel
waited just within the big, white gates,
and waited not in vain" Mrs. Gray
had Tears in her voice" as she con
cluded her pathetic story.
1--WE brush the skirts of martyrs and
tread the path with heroes, and are all
unmindful; but God nOteth all, and will
reward as surely as the day followeth
the dark night" reverently spoke the
white haired rector as we sat silent and
thoughtful.
"And it's just as near heaven by way
of Silvandale as home," murmured the
invalid, folding her light wrap closer
about her.-Mrs. G. G. Scott in Ro-