The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-10-01
haD med some mistake. Watts dis all

Hohi Jim; dom yo' know me, yo' moder?
O., my po' boy! 1o' mus member me;
Use grown old. and my heart IS broke to
see yo' lex dis, but yo member how yey
ole moder looked, chile, don, yey? sho
you'se Jim, my long los Jim"
"Yais, I'm Jim, fur OATS my name, an
I'm los like enuff; Use ben los good
bit from ev'ting watts wort keepin' to,
but low Use not yo' Jim Yais, I mem
Der 'zactly how my moder look. and yo
CANT be har, less yo're a ghos'; sides''-
a struggling, harsh little laugh-.'yo're
ole moder's dead, Nanny, long ago.
seed her put in the groun'. You'se med
a mistake, sho'.'
"Oh, | CANT breve yo''," cried Nanny
is so lex him. Moders eyes amt gently
'ceived. An dat scar on yo' face. 1 mem
Der wen my boy got burned dar. Dom yo'
recollec' hbin' in de big house wen yo'
was little (dey was specially good to us),
and little white Esther wat was so fond
O. yo', and used to play wild yo'; an dom
Wen to pieces, an yo''. was sold away
from me, an dey wun'nt buy me?"
In her eagerness, her hand was on his
arm, her face. lifted close to his. How
mo. l don member it, Gaze I tole yo'
'twant SO. 1 nebur wuz TUX away from
my nanny: She died. An dat scar,
Use shor' yo don know nothIn' bout dat,
fur | got dat burn two yeahs fo' de wah,
! fightin' fire, wen burnin' boad fell on
my face. Yo'se got hole de wrong felleh,
Nanny drew back slightly, still intent
ly regarding him. There was disappoint-
ment in her face, but a blessed sense of
relief in her heart And yet she doubted.
boy had o scar lex mine, an yo' was TUX
apart wen he wuz a little felleh, say bout
six yeah ole, an yo' use b'long t. de
Yes. yes!" gasped Nanny.
well, den, 1 breve 1 use to know yo'
jim" And he went on hurriedly in re-
my's face. I'VE got 'quainted in de wah.
| We wuz in de same reg ent. He called
hisself Jim Clayton, case. he say he
blong to de Claytons Wen he wuz little,
an dat wuz de name he had long o. his
Nanny, so he TUX it agen wen he went
to de fight. An he had a burn lex dis
on h jaw. Folks saad 'twuz cur'rs how
wun't like oder ways, fur he wuz a good
boy. an I allus a sort O. no'count mig
ger"
it, Oh! the light in Mammy's soft dark
eyes!
But, Nanny" he went on more soft
ly, you mus'n expec'. to fin him. Yo
tcnderly, he was trying to tell it!
He died, Nanny. But he used to
hope o. finin' his NANNY wen de wah
was ober. an he talk SO much about yo.
He tole me ev'ting; we wuz fas' frens.
| But he didn't lib to see the wah ober.
He died fghtin' fur freedom:
na Twas was mos de las battle o. de wah
mawnin'. De enemy dey he'd mex a
peart STAN on a hill fo' our face an
eyes. We wuz twice ez many ez dem an
lor! how doze critters done fit. We brek
DER lines at las an we hooper squar
thu 'em, an wat yo'. tink? Doze fellehs
dey torn right roun' in dey tracks an
WI
felt lex ch'erin' 'em. But Jim-we wuz
side an side-he wuz ten'in right to bust
ness an jes maxim he musket dance
from one en- to udder, he load an fire
dat fas'. But pr'er soon his gun tumble
right onto my feet an 1 see him drap.
! An den pick him up an kyar him back,
We're. fur we he'd done gone straight ober
dat hill tru de odder lines an dar dey
We're mostly at de top O. de hill agen, but
mighty mig y few der wuz z, oh 'em, an our from
him off to one side, fur de fghtln' wuz
: jes bout ober, an he only lib few
minits, but hey las words wuz bout hey
nanny an he saad 'p'raps dis will gil
3 my nanny her freedom, wharev' she is
: deah NANNY an den he was gone"
r Nanny was sobbing, but o, what prou,
tears, patient tears! In a moment sh
1 raised her hands to the mans shoulder
and compelled his look towards hers Wa
Y there shadow of disbelief? No, tina
S had vanished in a flood of fond memories
, you sut'n'ly do favor my Jim," sh
murmured. 4l
e Presently she lifted her hands highe
| and laid one against either cheek an
Il drew them down with a slow caress, unit
y the left one concealed that great disco
r tored scar. The man put up his own un
n steadily and covered ners and held ther
e there But for the bitter tutelage of Ions
: long years when the dry soul had WEI
Q dust, tears must have come now.
The door opened and the jailer entered
Il reckon you'll have to go now, Man
n N.Y."
e Mus go? I'd. lex to yher mo- o. m
2 boy. Dis yher amt my Jim, but he dor
e urrer, an Jim wuz good boy an lube
It his nanny allus, an he died in de wah.
d She turned again to the prisoner. 20,
tank yey so fur tellin' me dis. 1t hurts
r but Use proud O. him an it's. all ,peae
y bout him now, an l can stan it fur q
q little while watts lef'. An 70, wuz h
e I'll try TO do something fur yey. I'll be
4 'em to glib yo' 'nurrer chance. Won y
e try to do better? Won't yo' fur my SAX
y jes as if 1 wuz yo' POI ole heart-broke
s. mammy?'
''Dar. dar, don't greebe, I'll try, eff I &
u get nurrer chance. but dat isn't ve'y lik
S don cry; p'raps I'll get out o it someha,
E. Use ben in a good many scrapes fo' d
e an come off SCUM; Neb e,o min aiG3oI me"
le led her, sobbing away.
3 The prisoner stood entirely still, looki1
Il, te ward the door long after she had gpn
- He pressed MS ndnQS upon his lace, Tie
20 where hers had been
u She'll neber know de diff nee, Dress he
if till she gets to heaben. An | hope dey
n mex her happy dar IN spite d on IT. to rec
= somehow it come mighty hard to lie
her.
Was it all lie? There were those wi
could have told her that the real jim
daring courage in battle was no myt
and that brief narrative of a bloody co
test no fairy tale. :.
little home. She had no lamp, but t
moonlight, shifting dimly through the u
certain Clouds fell into the small, pla
room She had been crying little soft
and tenderly. But oh! how proud she W
:; of the memory of her boy, and what
sweet repose there was upon the sere
old face!
The moon was behind cloud. She we
and stood at the window, lifting her ia
toward the distant sky and thanking &c
By and by she th9Hghf she fs hea don vc
III tout clearly and showed a queer proc'
Z SIGN that had already passed the ho 1i
a hurrying, business-like CROWD. put wei
llv still and mysterious in the nights
lience. Nanny watched them for a n
ment, terrified and quiet; Then; brea
less with dread she started to the !, 40
But the moon was gone again and al!
dark. Nanny trembled as the shift
winds struck her face. Could, it be tn
had taken out the murderer! But But
the town during the day. The first ans
and CONNECTION over the crime had 81
sided No, it was quite .a im prDbaba 20
crowd If tired out merry-makers. A
NANNY went back into the. little ro
and stood at the Z, WINDOW ind Nra and looked
), Tbe oruesome procession halted at
wooded ons place on the outskirts Of the toy
. There were hasty, horrible preparations
ne Now. Niger" said the determI
Sc anything you want to say, We'll hear y
we for five minutes
rs The negro shook his head: He could ]