The Muskogee cimeter. [volume] (Muskogee, Indian Territory, Okla.) 1901-19??, 1906-04-26

SCUM mon'sous ter ole Unc' Bob De
idee OBJ not bein' knowed by the chile
dat | nuss' fom de time he er leetle
teenty weenty infunt an dat des de pride
of my ole age lex Miss Lucy and Marse
Tom"
IL des yeahnin', Marse Jesus" weep
ing unrestrainedly, "ter hab er face es
we'll es er robe wash white by de blood
Of de Lam so dat could scribe de Lawd
in spotless pcoty of soul; but, oh! bless
Lawd, ausso yeahnin' foh de time ter
come when de gret genI meetin' wild all
the family ban gwine TEX place, an dey
all gwine say: Why eff heah ain Unc'
Bob! des 'zacly lex ole times, 'deah ole
Unc' Bob!' Lawd, Lawd," in an ecstasy
of emotion, what er meetin' dat gwine
be! Oh, bless Mahster, look down 'pon
po' Unc' Bob, an fix up de fairs of his
soul so dat he res se-kueh in de faif dat
all gwine be well wild him in de happy
Ian, an all things possible onto de Crea-
tor oh de Heabens an de yearth! Hab
mussy on Unc' Bob, an bring light out
OBJ darkness an gib-him de power to res
saty'ied wild de final session OBJ de AL
mighty"
The bell from the Angelus rang out its
summons to the faithful, and down
among the lily beds the vested throng
stood in shining rows, waiting their in
cense on the scented air.
The dew fell, like tears, from myriads
Of weeping eyes, on tree, grass and flow
err and all the mute. unsh ell. cred things
huddling close to the bosom OF the earth.
Above, the sorrowful heart of the night
throbbed with the intensity of it's star
beats. Below, in the old plantation
house whose walls yearned with their
passion of protectiveness, the tide of
life ebbed low In the pulse Of the dying
child.
On the edge of the bed sat Uncle Bob,
watching with straining look each
change on the small white face, lying so
still, with closed eyelids, and scarce n
breath stirring the parted lips.
Presently the lids futtered and then
slowly Enclosed. The blue eyes looked
up, for the first time in many days, with
perfect recognition into the scanned.
agonized old face bending over them.
Uncle Bob"
What Is 1t, leetle Moss?" answered
the broken old voice.
Uncle Bob, are you crying?" touch
Ing with his wan little hand the withered
cheek over which the uncomfortable
tears were flowing.
mo, no! deed | ain, leetle Moss!"
surreptitiously wiping them away with
his bandana handkerchief, "'deed ain,
darlin; what Unc' Bob gwine cry
'bout?" in futile attempt at loving de-
ception, seeing the panied look on the
fair little features.
Poor Uncle Bob" with plying ten
derness. still softly stroking the with
cred cheek
Honey" sobbed Uncle Bob, "don
study bout me. Don grebe bout ole
Unc' Bob He glib his life ter mex you
des one minute easy an 'dout pain"
i am easy, Uncle Bob, and happy"
The unearthly sweetness of the smile
broke down Uncle Bob's last little rem
nant of self-control, and he wept on, un-
restrainedly. for few minutes.
The little boys eyes wandered round
the room, and rested, in their pathetic
searching, on the faces of Lucy and Tom
poor Lucy's, worn and haggard from
nights of watching and days Of unrest,
and Toms, whose breaking heart was
plainly visible in the havoc which the
past days had indelibly imprinted
thereon.
The old grandmother. bedridden and
prostrated under the impending calam-
ity was alone. save for her devoted and
faithful attendant, with her sorrow and
har God