The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-07-28

las night wen my 'usbsn' hrrife rom 40
viiIazhe, o say dat do peopp derc gosseep
becos do Anxlisman com by dis 'ouse 10
many time, nm my 'usbsn any, "W'"n dat
man arrifo 'ere. you toll '0ein . never
dnrken dis door again"
Don shs iay 'er 'esd by me m spik no
more word, but feel do Insesairy con my
'oart for 'er.
Bimcby sbs say: "Josephe, want my
moddcr. Eef my moddsr was by mo an
spik wild 'er, cot 'elp mo bear all dat"
Prsysoniy ~ dc Anglismsn com up
from do IAk'.
Don dey spik togeddsr. nm do face Of esm
grow w'ite, nm do black com oen ecs eye,
an do voice 0f eern trem'p, but know
not wat " say.
Prsysoniy she say: "Goodby, goodby
forever. tank you from my cart for oil
you 'nf done. j know you arc good.
know you ara noble. pray you may DO
'appy."
ear not ds word o say, but do face Of
eem look like dc face Of do dead.
Den he 60 fast away by do LAX, an she
keep 'er eye ON dat little canoe dat carry
eem over dc lax, for she know % com
back no more.
DO mex day go by do c0ttazhe of do
ADglismnn for soil my egg and butter, nm
dose odder two men tell mo dat % leave
dem an go far, far away.
Wen many week go past, she say IN me,
"Bimeby, JOscphe, wen old do little
one cen my arm, an e learn for call mo
mOdder, I'll be not NO lon'sorn'."
But, ab, me- wen do day arrife, know
she'll never carry eem cen 'er arm, an ell
never call 'er mOdder.
ear 'er say To me een do weak voice.
"Joscpbe, good Josephc, bring my baby
by me. want for see dc dear little face. 7"
Den t'ink my cart brak'.
Praysonly de doctor, do doctor from de
villazhe, go beside 'er, an dc tear ccs cen
'e's eye, for % tell 'er very zhentil dat dc
| life bo gone out from dat little baby.
After dat she remember nodding for
| many day.
Wen 'er sense com to 'er once more,
she say: "Josephe, cannot bear Get long.
go, mus go wild my baby."
Den kiss 'er face an tell 'er, "Ob, you
be better, you be better soon" an leave
'er wild dc woman dat COM from do vii
lazhc for TAX care of 'cr.
Mex day, wen COM by de 'ousc an
put my and on dc door, somcing max
me feel cold an shake.
An wen walk cen she cry not, "Jo
sephe, good Josepbe," for she lie w'ite al
still on dc bed, an know she eos wild 'el
baby.
But go not by dc bed, for 'er 'usbar
stan dere w'ite an still as ees de dead
woman.
De man, Tom, sit cen kitchen, an e CRY
like dc child, but e tell me dc story.
De nurse woman sleep cen de night, ar
de lamp burn low. Wen she wake, sh'
look on dc bed, an nodding lie dere, nod
10 xayfh tnS
She wako every one, an dey searsh d.
'ouse, dey searsh de groun. At de las dc.
fin do footprint to dc LAX, an cen da
water she lie dead.
An say wild mysev, "God know da
all 'er trouble, all 'er lon som ness, dc
stroy 'er min, 30 she no longer un 'erstaI
dat Get be sin for take 'er life 80 she go b.
'er baby, an I know cen my cart Cox
never punish 'er for dat, bacos he un 'er
stan.'
Den make de prayer for 'er soul.
I 20 cen de room were er 'usban stan
en- remember dat % spoil 'er life, dc lif
of dat woman lofe, Of dat woman dat u
dead, an l care not eef my word be 'ard
eef my word be cruel. want for 'urt eel
eef can.
'E draw eemsev back like do knife q
trough eem an look cen my eye like
stan dere for let me pierce de cart of cen
But praysonly o cry: "Spik on, spik wa
you will. Nodding you say urt me nor
as dc ting say at mysev l know at la'
wat she suffer. know at las wat 'ay
done. Eef 1 could bring 'er back, Civ
my life for make 'er 'appy. But, oh, IN
God, eet ees too late, too lateP'
Den g groan an 'idc do face cen &
lands, an % say, "Do punishment on
greater dan can bear. New Yor
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