Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-04-27
ONE-MINUTE ROMANCE
FROM EVERYDAY LIFE.

NO, Sdil, H., SdL, l. ain L SNlHe Ter
gree dat mahr'ge is a failuh." Brother
Harlow spoke with some warmth as he
walked down the church steps with the
young minister from the college who had
been quoting Paul's opinion in regard to
matrimony.
"Yo' ais got a heap O. la'rnin-I done
saw dat by de way yo' flung lanjige-
but yo'se young yit. Say, was yo' eber in
love?"
The black brow of the preacher grew
serious.
No, Brother Harlow he said. Il have
had no time to think of frivolous things
when the fields are ready for the harvest
and the laborers are SO few"
Listen to DAFT" The old man turned
admir1ngly to call the attention of others
to the %eloquence. "Ain't dat slick? But
you'se gWine ter take time one OBJ desc
days. Dat yo' is. 'Fribolous!' HI vi! I
dubbed a gal onct an I didn' hab no time
nuver. I was wo'kin' fob freedom, 1 was.
Ole mars seq l could buy myself fob a
thousan' dollars. an 1 wanna a-takin'
no day otf-dat's shore. Den I met Rosy.
She'd come wifi huh missus frum up
riber ter visit Miss Ann. She was de
pretties', shines lii gal; huh skin was
jes' like a russell apple fore it's packed
ell de barl, gol-brown an pink. An
huh eyes-lan'."
He stopped for breath and the young
preacher turned toward him wonderingly.
she must a V changed" he said. II
shook hands with Sister Harlow this
maWnin'-'
Dat ole black woman? dat amt Rosy!
| amt sen huh fob mos 40 yeahs. Yo' all
membeh bout Jacob in de bible? Wull,
he was jest like me-. I done got myself
mos paid fob Wen I Wenter ole mars an
DGEop6 him fer hl1N h11h pJ1t hn 10 IF n ~
laff like it was a monstrous ticklesome
joke, an tOle me dat / could buy huh
myself Wen l got my freedom, 'cose she
Want much count fob a fiel' han, an ef
I'd Wo'k fob muffin fob huh folks fob ten
yeahs dey'd set huh free. Well, I done
pitch in an Wo'k night an day q was a
blacksmith an earned a heap in de racin'
season., al one day ole mars seq: Here's
yo' papers, Jim, an good luck to yo'!'
Dat man was de decentest owner a
niger cher had. He done made range
ments foh me to wo'k foh Rosy, an dey
was dat glad dey glib him a lot oh money.
We'll, Rosy want neber berry well.
an arter l come ter work dey let huh
lib UP in de big house like quality. She
didn' cher know bout me, an she fought
dey was all pow-ful good ter let huh be so
lazy"
The young preacher laid his hand on
his arm.
why didn't you tell her?" he ques-
toned.
who. me? Oh, I did'n cher talk ter
Rosy. T { id'n ham no time. l jes' ~nachelly
waited tWall l cud go say:
"'Yo'se free, yo' liz brown gal, I done
bought yo' case l owe yo'.'"
The old mans voice Quivered, but the
preachers tone was sharp as he ques-
toned:
"Wel!'
Ct done KEEP at de work in de feil's all
day, an de oberseer seq 1 lone more'n
two men. Sides dat, 1 earned some money
at my trade, an count of dat at de en-
of seben yeahs l had de price of freedom
fob Rosie.
Ian, Ian, I neber fohget dat mawn-
in. | dressed up like / hadn't fob yeahs,
an looked monstrous fine Wen l strolled
uD ter de house.
"'Mawnin', Miss Sommers,' seq L. Use
lookin foh a young frse lady name OBJ
Rosy Ole misses look at me pow'ful
strange, like she was sorry, and a tear
trinkle' down ODER her wife cheek.
"'Poor JIM She said. Didn't yo'
know? Rosy's been free since Yesterday.
She died at mawnin''
His gray head dropped for a moment on
the old mans breast. Then he looked at
the minister sQuarely.
"Yo' all makes a mistake Wen yo' says
mahrage is a failuh,'' he said, "leastwise
it wouldn't a been if de L.awd had'n come
an took my ROsy."-Chicago Journal.