The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1894-09-08

Il aim interfere but once. an den | is
ak Marse Steny if he ain shame 'eself
ter disagree wild he pa so. Nor sezee,
wild de fire a-hashin from he eye. i
ain shame because | is rite. An dat
settled it. knowed den dat dem two
members Of de family wouldn't nebber
come sergeder gain in dis worl' | is
hide i'm dat night in my well war wuz
all dry an big nuf ter let i'm make
iInself purity comferble on de bottom.
'De mex night Marse Steny is sen me
out wild anudder letter. Dis one wuz
dress ter Missile Grace. We is step out
side de cabin tergeder. Prince sezee,
wen yo' git ter de Elliott manshun yo'll
fin big party goin on, an jess yo' go in
de SERVANTS hall an AK for Missile Grace.
An Prince sezee, press on her dat eff
she cum wild you youse kin show her
war | is, an tell 'er dat | is got to go
way right off, Why don't you ak her
ter cum en- de letter. SEE |. Cos,
sezee, Missile Grace don't know war is.
"Shoah nuf, a party was goin on at de
Elliott manshun, an arter sum dem low
down hired nigger-de Elliotts' ain own
no niggers-is sass me. Miss Grace is
cum out she self.
"'Well, Prince, SEE she. Missile sez
an scrapes here am letter from Marse
Steny'
Miss Grace read de letter an turn
wife. viii nebber see i'm 'gainy she
say, an dat reminds me. so SEE, ''Missie
Grace, jess cum wild me all by yo'self,
81. =. -. -.
Is it trueY she say, sorter ter she
self Den turnin ter me she say, Prince,
III go wild you
''Missie Grace wuz berry nerbous. De
ribber is a-risin all de time, an we has a
mighty libely time of it a-gittin cross.
Wen we is git ter de cabin an is clare
de weeds way bout de well fer her ter
git trough she is laff scared like.
jess as she was goin ter lean for'ard
Marse Steny is step from benin de canes.
Grace, sezee an opens his arms. An
Missile Grace jess turn, an de mex mint
she an Marse Steny wuz clasp tergeder.
81 amt eenterup, but arter awhile is
yeah Marse Steny say. i done meek de
test, an he ain goin to forgib, but dat
mecks no matter. We lubs, an dere is a
minister yere ter marry u.s.
81 know by dat dat Marse Steny means
me, so | steps for'ard, an wild Gawd as
my judge eff Miss Grace didn't put she
han en- Marse Steny's an say, Yes,
will be yo wife eff Prince'll marry us
tergeder. Dat wuz de proudes mint
en- my life, an it ain teck dis niger long
| fer ter marry dem two
81 ain no mo dan git trou fob de
soun of dogs an people is herd cumin
cross de ribber in boats. DE water is
a-ragin fearful by dis time Dey is dis
cubber dat Missile Grace is gone an is
hunt for she.
Jump en- my boat, sezi, pushin
Missile Grace and Marse Steny befo' me.
An dey is, an as Marse Steny is shub of
he call ter me. Wait fer us. Prince; we
will be back
IAN dey will cum. Dey is boun ter.
Marse Steny nebber broke he word en-
he life" And the aged negro arose from
his seat. A new life seemed to course
through his veins.
Don't you heah dem cumin?" he ex-
claimed, pointing his long, thin arm tc
the open door.
There was no sound in the darkness
without but that of the rushing river
which was now boiling and surging
around the little island, almost all OF
which had been washed away but the
little plot on which the cabin Stood As
stepped to the door cold spray dashed
into my face. 1t was the water of the
river. A few more minutes and Princes
cabin would be borne away on the tide
turned to see if there was any means
of escape. Prince was behind me point
ing in the darkness up the river.
"Dey is cumin for Princel See? Dey
is cuminl" he shouted.
Then stretching out both arms he
stood with the water splashing about his
feet awaiting the coming of his master
Awed by his strange demeanor, fol
lowed his CLASSY gaze. For moment
forgot the flood and my danger, fol
there outlined in the darkness was q
white robed form in light boat APP
preaching. 1t came rapidly toward us.
IL have come for you, Princel' shouted
silvery, girlish voice.
"lze ready, Missile Grace" came il
stentorian tones from the lips of the
aged negro. Then Strengthening hi:
bent form he took a step back, and as
the skiff, swept in the current, struck
the little clod of land before the cabi1
door light figure in white stepped out
"Quick, Prince; come with me-" ex
claimed voice that thrilled me through
But Prince answered never a word
Stiff and stark his body lay on the cabiE
floor He had already joined his mastel
and mistress.
As Mabel and were wnirled out int
the stream the old log cabin toppled
over and fell
stopped plying the paddle long
enough to say, I'VE met at Princes
Well"
1t was not long before we celebrated
our deliverance from watery grave b,
giving an entertainment at which cler
gyman presided. On my very weddins
night some one told me Of how MARS,
Steny" and his bride had persisted in tn,
flood on which they escaped from
Princes island and their pdrsuers H,
had been told of the tragedy. but ha,
steadfastly refused to believe it -Alex
ander Hume Ford in New York Press.