The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-10-30
THE ADVERTISERS
 DAILY SHORT STORY

SeSevcte esSss's 'c Nome, I doan wan no chear, Miss Sal lie, de floors good huff fer me. Nome. l aint got no new 'ligion-doan need it. got my same ol 'ligion yit But l ain CT denyin' Is CT r9joicin' in de sperit an de body dis day. Howcum-so? Oats yactly WEut l come fer ter tell yer You bnow Mars John got me outen de jail yistiddy. He 'vised me ter make mysef sca'ce bout here fer CT while, So de notion tuck me ter go obcr an stay wid Miss Elnore some an let Mars Jim wurk on de msry in my chist an de rheumatts in my arm. l found Miss FL more looBin' consider ble older dan usual but she 'peared mighty proud ter see me an sed Mars Jim would fix me up all right in 'er little while. She didn light in an plague me IS she most en- genally. does, which l tuck ter be CT good sign as Miss Elnore sho runs a joke clean inter de groun'-'spechuly when she gifts alter me bout mahyin an de like. l sho wus glad she haint hearn bout my altercation wid Narciss. wus, an she sed she wus ersleep as she was poly. She axed nightly 'ticler bout you an Mars John an we talked aat CT way tell Mars Jim comed in den to 'nounce de fac dat I'd come. an dat I'd wait on de white table as I allus did when dar. De cook lady. named Ma rie didn' seem to 'pceciate my cump' ny
 
 no 'ticler differ nee bout dat. She said at her las place had lunchn' in de mid de uv de day an dinner at seven at night. 'Cose l didn' b'leeve her, but tol' her ol miss allus had dinner at dinner time-twclN can dat weun's was allus quality, and if 'twus right an proper fer or miss to hab 1t dat way. 'twus right an proper fer her chillUns an her gran chiiluns. an I'd be boun' little Missia d do lak her ma an her gran, ma in de mattah when she got mahd.
 snc wanted to know if I 'fered to Miss Ellie when sed little Missie." 1 tor her | wus urou1 ter say dat wus dc berry induvid al l 'ferod to; dat l wus wid her when she fust opened her blue ha'f raised har. an morn dat l loved her as good as enny chil' CT mine dat evah drawed de pref nv life.
 hehln de times. an how de race oughter stan togedder lak CT brick wall; git book lcarnin' an not wrap dey hair; Dat hair bizneas made me fightin mad an 1 didn' foIgit to tell her 1 wus free ter wrap my hair clean tell I went ter the grave an dat l sho' knowed it wus bettern de mushy way she. had ncrn loose an CT hyln in deo de Yittuit to, Sar 5ar l didn' need no p0mp-e-dood. an didn' need no leaTnin.
 l give one of my gals good learnin' an I v'us boun' ter own 'twuS de ruin t@ei'' fer dem dat had rothin' ter do. al fer de quality hcr1use deY didn' hah strength 'nLf ter split rails ner do nuthin els" much; hut as fer mo. Mars John done my lawin'. an Mars Jim wus CT ral" good han at takin de mis'ry outon yer bones. an you, Miss Elnore, an d. chill luns i.Ilus road d" Bible t.r me. so ddn' hab no 'casion to bother bout lea;I"n. She gin nersa'f CT founce an sed if Mars Jim wus scch a good doctor 'rearcd like him an or Dr. Gnrtner ougntcr git Miss Ellie on dc mend er else gib de case ter ynung pr. Will Road. an she laft in CT way dat let CT little light in on me.
 I mGmner'r, dt. Ellie an Win had chilluns, an dat dcy nevah fit like other chillVna. didn't wait on de table, but t;ick myscf ID tn my chiie's rum. An oh Miss s'allic, when saw dat chii s lcred oGt. she was dat pale an doan- koCr lookta'. When she seed me she dtdnt say CT word but put out her lit tie har's an de tears started in her eyes I lnowed fer sho den dar w,s sumpin' CT trubblin her. an I felt mighty bad. I took Ter head on my breas' an amoothcd her hair bat didn't say word, jus orooncd de of hymn l useter sing whan she wus CT baby. She lay still as dcaf fer CT long time, .wid de teahs CT stcaHn' rum between her shet eyelids. At Last she cried out: loag,r my heart is CT broakn" Is SD miscr'b blc l wush I could die!'
 nCn c1ilo dey story: Her pa iidn't want her to marry Mars Hal Roid's son, Will. He wusnt rich Tn de rity wu3 CT rich. cross-eyed ol banker what wua allus CT comin' home w!d her pa; aIlu* scndil hor flowers an soch. She hated him and sha loved Will. When she done tol' me she 9ed: "MammY. whut shall do?" an I piled. Honey femme think an pray" I went to hummin' an smoothin' her hair crgin. hut my prah went CT kitin up ter de 6ret White
 Thursday. THE BROKEN SPELL