The age-herald., 1897-08-01

Den she lay 'ar 'aad by me an splk ao more word, but feel de meesairy cen my 'eart for Ter.
 Bimeby siie say: "Jossphe, want mz inodder. Eef my modder was-by me an ] spik wid 'es. eet eip me bear all dat" Praysonly l SC de Anglisman conn ul from de lak'. Den dey spik togedder, an de face of eem grow W ite, sn de black com cen ees ei E an de voice of eem tren1', but I know not wat e say. Praysonly she say: "Goodby, goodby forever. tank you from my cart for all you 'af done. know you are good. know you are noble. pray you may be 'appy."
 'ear not do word e say, but de face of eem look like de face of de dead.
 Den he go fast away by de lak, an she keep Ter eye on dat little canoe dat carry eein over de lak, for she know @ com back no more.
 De nex' day go by de cottazhe of de Anglisman for sell my egg and butter. an dose odder two men tell me dat e leave dem an go far far away.
 Wen many week go past, she say to me, "Bimeby, Josephe, wen I old do little one cen my arm, an e learn for call me modder, I'll be not so n'som'.''
 But, ah, me, W 'en de day afrife, know she'll never carry com cen Ter arm, an 'e'lI never call 'er modder.
 l ear Ter say to mo cen de weak voice: "Josephe, good Josephe, bring my baby by mo. l want for see do dear little face. '
 Den t'ink my cart brak'.
 Praysonly de doctor, de doctor from dc yillazhe, go beside 'er, an de tear ees cen 'es eye, for e tell CT very zhentil dat de life be gone out from dat little baby.
 After dat she remember nodding for many day.
 Wen Ter sense com to 'er once more, she say: ".Josephe, cannot bear eet long. go, mus go wid my baby"
 Den kiss Ter face an tell Or, "Oh, you be better, you be better soon," an leave Ter wid de woman dat com from de yii- lazhe for talk care of 'er
 Mex day, wen com by de 'ouse an put my 'and on de door, somding mak' me feel cold an shake.
 An wen walk cen she cry not, "Jo- vsephe, good Josephe, D for she lie W 'ite an still on de bed, an know she ees wid 'er baby.
 But go not by de bed, for er 'usban stan dere w'ite an still as ees de dead woman.
 Do HUH, lOID, Slb cen klbZnen, un C cry like do child, but e tell me dc 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 wid Ter.
 She wake every one, an dey searsh de 'ouse, dey searsh de groun. At de las dey fin de footprint to de lak', an cen dat water she lie dead.
 An l say wid mysey, "God know dat all Ter trouble, all Ter lon som ness, de- stroy Ter min, so she no longer un'erstan Ter baby, an I know cen my cart God never punish er for dat, bacos he un'er- stan."
 Den make de prayer for Ter soul.
 I go cen do room " ere 'er 'usban stan, an I remember dat e spoil 'er life, de life of dat woman lofc, of dat woman dnt lie dead, an l care not eef my word be ard, eef my word be cruel. I want for 'urt eem eef can.
 K draw eemsey back liko de knife go trough cem an look cen my eye like @ stan dere for let me pierce dc cart of eem. But pruysonly @ cry: "Spik on, spik wat you will. Nodding you say urt me mora as de ting say at inysev. know at las wat she suffer I know at las wat lave done. Eef I could bring CT back, give my life for make Ter 'appy. But, oh, my God, eet ees too late, too latel''
 Den e groah an idle de face cen de lands, an e say, "De punishment ees greater dan I can bear. Nov York Tribune.