The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1918-01-23
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Miss Lena, you sholy is lookin' good
n dat white wropper. You look too
nice to wurk. I'll come up to de house
by-an-by an straighten up. You jes'
res yo'self."
When Judy expressed admiration for
me or was solicitdhs of my comfort, /
Immediately experienced a vague feel
ing Of impending trouble.
81 mos forgot dat yaIler Sallie is
on de back porch waitin' to see yer"
(which yellow Sallieg'
Yellow Sallies are as plentiful on an
Arkansas plantation as roses in June.
dat hyf1utin' niger what calls her
self Sadie" With snort OF contempt
and high head she trudged of to the
kitchen humming: 'De fire win ketch
you sinner, run."
"Good mornin', Miss Lena" said
neat looking yellow girl, as came
down the back veranda. 'Miss Lena.
Use in little trubble an / wants you
10 help me outen it. Use named Sadie,
an helps Liza wild yo' clo'es eve'y
week"
"Very well, Sadie, what is the nature
of your trouble?" I felt no surprise
at the request, as I had held the Office
of peace restorer for the plantation
during the ten years of my happy mar
RED life
sole Judy's at de bottom Nv it."
CHANGING Indignantly at the open kitch-
en- door; "dey call her mournin' shep-
ard, pillar of de church, but calls
her a straight out old haitian, does,
an if she warn't ole 'nough to be my
nanny I'd play chune on her neck"
Sadie's anger was evidently growing
as she prepared to relate her woes, and
as heard an ominous snort from the
kithen I thought it advisable to have
the story quickly and be done with 1t.
"It's dis way, Miss Lena" resumed
Sadie. "Eve'y body knows me an
Manuel has been fixin' to get mah'd for
some two years; but since he has been
wurkin' round de house here and I'M
der de 'f1uences of dat old haitian, his
love has been a coolin' an a GOBLIN.
So Liza, she ups an says he been con-
jured, somebody's put bat in his bed.
"
Gawd, Miss Lena, when Sabbath after
Sabbath went by an Manuel either jes'
stopt at de gate as he past gwine to
church, or didn't come bout a tall,
jes' got a thinkin' it an warn't hardly
able to eat nothin'. Liza, she jes' KEEP
on bout de conjur, tell jes' couldn't
stan it no longer. So me an Liza puts
out over to ManuePs hous' when we
was sho he was in de f1el' at work,
What do yon recon I foun' dere, Miss
Lena?'
/ could not imagine.
'They wus three bokays on de tabul,
bottle of mus on de mantle shelf, a
pair Nv yo' ole lace curtains 'dorning
der winders, pair Nv Mr.. Johns slip
pers under de bed, some cake mos
know cumd from de big hous'. cause
twas in one Nv your bes' white nap
kins, an a photograf Nv datAole hagsa
hangin' on de wall.
well, Sadie" said /, new light
dawnine on me, ssince you love Man
uel and want to marry him, why don't
you put pretty filings in his house?
You are younger and better looking
than judy. you know"
Eyes, knows, Miss Lena, but ] isn't
got nothin' perry. Now, If you'd give
me er old tidy I'd put it on his chear
and try it."
signaled<my willingness.
"While you'se in de house, please
ma'am, gimme little harts-horn for
Liza's haid."
I begun TO search for old finery,
dreaming the while OF helping Sadie to
beat Judy at her own game. thereby
smoothing the course of true love.
Gathering up the find" and the am
monia bottle, went back to the We
randa to discover living moving mass
on the floor, composed Of kicking feet,
bobbing heads and flying hands.
Sadie hoisted the white flag with a
shrek. Judy, the ancient, arose wind
ed, but triumphant and silently re-
sumed her daily avocation as Ii moth
Ing out of the ordinary had happened.
The creStfa1len Sadie took the things
l handed her and disappeared
The next morning "the mistress was
also the maid" As was toiling over
the midday meal in walked Sadie, smil-
ing and happy.
"You jes' go TO de hous', Miss Lena"
she said, I'll finish de dinner. De
mournin' shepard won't be here-no,
she won't be here soon"
Sadie laughed mysteriousIy. Last
night + seed Judy an my Manuel come
into de church arm In arm, an my
blood pintedly billed, tells yer. Pres
emily Brother Jarrett, he calls mourn
ers an we all sings, fire win ketch
you, sinner, run
manuel goes up to de mourners'
bench wild lot more men. Den out
falls de shepard in er trance-like
daid. puts de bottle of harts-horn In
my pocket, an goes up too. We mourn
ed long time, and Brother Jarrett, he
say. Why doan yo' pray, don't be stiff
fnecked an keep de shepard precon-
scious all night Den we all went to
whar she lay and dropt on our knees
TO mourn an pray. cotched de shep-