The Mena weekly star., 1909-08-26

"iu common white trash. Gawd sh, oone punish her when he gib her da sweet baby, jes long huff fur her haw strings ter win' 'roun' it, den tuck q way fun her. It mighty nigh killin uv her. Elf sumpin ain t done ter gi her min offen dat baby, she soon b, iyin down dar hersef. Does you hea, Simon9''
 Yes l hears Debby, an been think in'." The old man looked wisely at hi, wife.
 Now l lak ter know whut you beer thinkin'." Placing her arms akimbo and eyeing her husband with surprise.
 "I think She ain't greabin' bout da baby, alterger."
 You don t think she greabin' 'bou lat dsid man whut she ain't revcr Tub ed, hope
 Nav, but l is thought she s greabin bout CT libin' nan, whut she do lub. y
 Simon Carlyle, does you mean tel say dat our white chile, whut's poot huff fer Ter king, is greabin bout 'el man whut won't hab 'erqn
 "How you jumps ter 'cllsions, Deb ny. I ain said nothin' uv de kin. Ain't you hear uv folks lubin an bein sepratedf Whut de books read bout an white folks call fate9"
 Fate, fddle.sticks. whut you know bout fate, an folks lubin, I lak tel know. v
 Well, l mout not know nothin' bout fate, but I does bout lnb. Ain I lut an marry youf"
 Fur shame, Simon Carlyle Is al iers heard no fool laik Ter ole fool, now l knows it's so. Dat s done bin so long we had time ter frvgit all bout it. I"
 "De true lub can't be furgot, Debby try hawd ez you can. n.'
 "Well, dis sh0 do beat my time. 'i The old woman eyed her husband as though doubtful of his sanity. "I know whut ails you. Yo' haid done been turn wid al! dat stuff Miss Elba been readin ter you outen de books.
 "Mebby so Debby,'' was the reply in an humble tone, "but sumpin lak dat done come ter Miss Elba. I see it in her eyes, an hear it in her voice. Moth. in but lub whnt s gone wrong fetche- dat light ter CT oman s eyes-nur man {. nuther, fur ez dat goes-er look, some. times bright ez hebben's own light. Jes lak de angels done pull back de curtain, an let de fection fum de gol throne stream down on her face an she smile ies lak CT sleepin' baby, whin de angels whisper ter it. Den, all uv CT sudden, de light dies out, 'minden me uy de sun gwine down hin de clouds, whin CT stowm comin up. Her voice grows solemn lak de win comin ober de rib Der, an moanin' thu de pines. Den, think bout whut she reads bout de light whut wuz nebber seen on de land UT de sea, an say ter myself, it s fate. '' "Dat's all in de book, Simon, dey ain t libin' breaven folks, lak me an you, an Miss Elba.
 "But Debby, live folks writ de books how dey gwinter think uv all dat eff dey ain t knowed sumpin lak itf It stanl ter reason. eff it bin once, it can be ergin Debby,' his voice sinking to an awed whisper, "it's fate. I tell you 1t $ fate"
 The conversation was interrupted by | long mournful whistle, from steamer Dn the river.
 "It's de Natches," Uncle Simon said straining his eyes in the direction of Inc river.
 "Yes, am she's in trouble" his wire replied, starting for the landing. "Fo Gawd. eff dat ain It Miss Elba, " she exclaimed, as a slender figure came run uing rp the steep acclivisy An shc & white ez CT hant. 'Speet she done seen CT hant down dar in de pine thicket v
 "Ohl Aunt Debby, Uncle Simon, it 's the Matches. She s on fire just around the bend. Let's get out the big boat and go to the rescue. l came for iie'p because I cant row the big boat my self, and we might do more good witf that, than mine Hurry. We may save some lives. if we are not too late v
 Elba stopped, ans -eaned on Aun' Debby' s shoulder, breathing heavily. nLook! Look You can sec th' smoke" She pointed toward the rivel where great black pillows could be seer