Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-09-06

las night wen my 'usban' arrife from de
yillazhe, e say dat de peopl' dere gosseep
becos de Anglisman COM by dis 'ouse so
many time, an my 'usban say, Gwen dat
man arrife ERE, you tell 'eem o never
darken dis door again"
Den she lay 'er cad by me an spik no
more word, but I feel de meesairy cen my
cart for 'er.
Bimeby she say "Josephe, | want my
modder. Eef my modder was by me an
spk wild er, eet elp me bear all dat. -
Praysonly l Sc de Anglisman COM up
from de LAX.
Den dey spik togedder, an de face of eem
grow wife, an de black COM cen ees eye,
an de voice of eem treml', but l know
not wat e say.
Praysonly she say: "Goodby, goodby
forever. tank you from my cart for all
you 'af done. I know you are good.
know you are noble. pray you may be
'appy."
ear not de word e say, but de face of
eem look like de face of de dead.
Den he 60 fast away by de lax, an she
keep 'er eye on dat little canoe dat carry
een over de lax, for she know q COM
back no more.
De mex day go by de oottazhe of de
Anglisman for sell my egg and butter, an
dose odder two men tell me dat @ leave
dem an go far, far away.
Wen many week go past, she say to me,
"Bimeby, Josephe, wen l 'old de little
one cen my arm, an e learn for call me
modder, I'll be not SO Ion SOM"
But, ah, me, ven de day arrife, know
she'll never carry Gem cen 'er arm, an Ell
never call 'er modder.
I ear Ter say to me cen de weak voice:
"Josephe, good Josephe, bring my baby
by me. want for see dc dear little face. "
Den tink my cart brak'.
Praysonly de doctor, de doctor from de
villazhe, go beside er, an de tear ees cen
'e's eye, for e tell 'er very zhentil dat de
life be gone out from dat little baby.
After dat she remember nodding for
many day.
she say: "Josephe, cannot bear eet long.
go, mus go wild my baby. "
Den kiss 'er face an tell er, "Oh, you
be better, you be better soon," an leave
Ter wild de woman dat COM from de viii
lazhe for tax care of er.
Mex day, wen T COM by de 'ouse an
put my and on de door, somding max
me feel cold an shake.
An wen walk cen she cry not, "Jo-
sephe, good Josephe," for she lie wife an
still on de bed, an know she ees wild 'et
baby.
But l go not by de bed, for FER 'usban
stan dere wife an still as ees de dead
woman.
De man, Tom, sit cen kitchen, an e Cry
like de child, but e tell me de story.
De nurse woman sleep cen de night, an
de lamp burn low. Wen she wake, she
look on de bed, an nodding lie dere, nod
ding dat live ees cen de room wild 'er.
She wake every one, an dey searsh de
'ouse, dey searsh de groun. At de las dey
fin de footprint to de lax, an cen dat
water she lie dead
An say wild mysey, "God know dat
all 'er trouble, all er lon som ness, de-
stroy 'er min, so she no longer un 'erstan
dat Get be sin for take 'er life so she go by
'er baby, an / knov cen my cart God
never punish Ter for dat, hucos he un'er-
STAN
Den make dc prayer for 'er soul.
go cen de room were 'er 'usban stan,
an remember dat g spoil 'er life, de life
of dat woman lofe, of dat woman dat lie
dead, an 1 care not eef my word be ard,
eef my word be cruel / want for 'urt eem
eef / can.
E draw eemsev back like de knife 60
trough eem an look cen my eye like g
stan dere for let me pierce de 'eart of Gem.
But pruysonly g cry: "Spik on, spik W lat
you will Nodding you say 'urt me moro
as de ting say at mysev. l know at las
wat she suffer. know at las wat ave
done. Eef 1 could bring 'er back, give
my life for make er Apply. But, oh, my
God, eet ees too late, too late!"
Den g groan an 'ide de face cen de
lands, an e say, ode punishment eos
greater dan 1 can bear. New York
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