I BOOKS THAT A RETREAD . . . i
1T ... QUO VADIS^ 1
Publishers have been unusually busy
this summer, and have given to the eager
reading public a varied, choice number
of new books.
Moeit of the names of authors on each
Bide of the Atlantic most prominently
known to lovers of books are found in
the list. A London book seller facetlou-dy
exclaims, "The number of r.ew books and
new editions is as great as ever. What
a trade would be done If each one Justifi d
Its existence! Some one has suggested
a tax upon new books for keeping down
the number."
Miscellaneous subjects are ab;ut equal
ly divided as to lb? number of titles, but
the sales of the former far exceed those of
the latter. It is possibly Just what we
might expect that fiction should be in
greater favor during the sultry summer
days, when the utmost one can demand
of his energies is to lie In a hammock,
swunk in some shady nook, with a book
-which will only require a small expendi
ture of grey-matter for its perusal. In
short, amusement, entertainment, is all
that even the most persistent and strenu
ous stud-erJt can claim at this time of
year. However, onte can inquire with the
critic's usual anxious supervision in such
matters, what 'kind' of fiction does he
read? There are two sides to this per
tir.er.it question of the reading of fiction.
In the July number of the Homiletic
Review th: editor enters into a d squbl
tion on moJern degt : eracy and cornea
very treat- declaring that the supposed
corruption of the body politic Is du • to
inordinate navel reading, helped along by
©eneatlonal journalism. He said Ine
exclusive attention to fletio-n seem® ud
have deadened, if not almost destroyed,
th public sense of fact, of reality, of
truth. This appears in. a/. 1 departmtn.s
of thought and life. The demand for
eemational reports in place of actual
■news h'is almost revolutionized journal
ism. The wildest arrt most baseless Ac
tion is> palmea off and ace pted as frt a<»
science; * * * the wo Aid has a,’roo.it
lost all'sense of truth and right, and of
ideal character aid conduct sikd all
sense of responsibility as we'd."
Of court*-, this is laying a great many
of the ills of life to the efTeet of novel
reading, but an infinite amount can be
written on the -Ublect pro and cm*.
A* the sales Indicate, the tendency of
IV- times is n > doubt -toward the light
form of readlrg. Yet in defense of pure,
good works of flet'on n-o lea* an authority
thuii F.ntevson can bp quoted as saying in
this :ss>ty on * Books," -that “Whilst ho
prudent al and economical ton? of s v.
<t s'.rtrv s the imagination, affronted n«
tin ? g.-ts such indemnity ats she may.
q bi- novel is tl.at allowance ar.d frolic tit©
Inmgin.t Ion finds, Everything els*- plus
It down, and tn-en flee for redress to Bv ■
roti. Scott. Dinaeli. Dumas. Solid, R-tl
i;a- J>;c?n=, TKickeray and Read,” and
again. T!.-- imagination Infuses a cer
tain v-dobilUy and Ir.-toxicatlon. It has
-a flute which . i;tt«- the atom-- of * ur -frame
!n rt d.tr.ee, l'.he planets; and so liboro' -d,
the w!k>1*> man reeling drunk to'the mu
ei-, they r.ev*r qui e subside -to their old
reor.y state.”
Here, you st?. is quite a strong plea ly
on etninc’.t authority for occasional he
roic Irauftl ts of fiction; hut notice he
ciuantitv a *1 tre quality. Herein app-ytra
< he coTnhtiojui.
We have such beautiful novels in the
veal.I mat s in ly the most inveterate
Siovel •• ndf-r night ever make a selection
vliili. \*h> futniching this full quota
of enti r.amtuftit, will yet Irrsen lbl.v up
lif: and purify tips i-n n-a--e fitness of
1 l r ps.
Even hls.nrltea! fiction, it is sold is
f. rgit-g i s v ay into that proper sphere
of thu; m ire prtraie. and po.-tdbly mare
tedious relation of fae.*. known as g-n
ttin - “history." Yet much has been sold
in 1-f n?e of tnc- historical novel.
U»-t:*-tr obtain a. g nera-I, yet clear cut
knowledge of :iti ear or a country thro itch
the medium of fa- inn itan not o acquire
It -alt. And :f or.* is in the least wls ■ and
dlscrl.-'t’rnling in his or her choice ?f
historical no\ ?ls. there J© no surer way to
in press n-de'.,l lv upon th- reader's mind
and ire-agination the occurrences anil due
proporti-.ns c-f Mst-ory. It is easier by np
I cal in g sun* v. l-.al -no the imaglna-tion of
'the reader, v.-ibcut his being aware of it,
to verify In lie mind the everyday life
of tl--- peopin and events of the period,
which after all make up the real life of
th* country pierented.
But it Is more than probable that the
editor of the Homiletic Review has not
In his mind the historical novel when he
argues with something of convincing
force, that the Int llect is weakened by
the constant excitement of such perni
cious stimulants, and hence is render- d
Incapable of grappling with truth. Such
effects must, petferre, arise front the
•weakening and disintegrating absorption
of ail those recent novels, by eminent
writers too, which we have become ac
customed to class as “Realistic,” and
•'Naturalistic,” and Zola's misnamed
“Experimental Novel."
This ts the class of books among which
we find "I.ess.” and "Esthtr Waters,"
and “Tit Man Who Did," and "The
Woman Wito Didn’t.” ‘"Arnlnta,” and all
the relations of th? sexes and in the end
can serve no earthly purpose, but to be
fuddl - ant* "“weaken our conception of
right and duty.
Books bought at Inordinately high
prices and when read and laid aside
th? question must arise In the reader’s
mind "Where Is my money's worirtr- If
vc look at the list which gives th? most
popular silling books at a>l the lea-ling
booksellers in the large cities, we will not
find one of these; -instead, we find such
names as F. Marion Crawford. Richard
l-tarding Davis, James Lane Allen, An
• th ny Hope. Coran Doyle. John K- ml rick
Hangs, Frank Stockton, and others, each
of whose books are pure arid healthy ar.d
emln ntly justify the time bestowed upon
them ir. the reading.
Quo Vadis. <
■Writers are -needed who can be de
pended on for clever, original work, f--r
Btories full of wit, good humor and en
tertainment. If we examine the lists
closely we find, though, that the book
which leads a]! others in popularity and
public favor is "Quo Vadis,” and Its
(popularity is still Increasing. In an
swer to many inquiries as to the signifi
cance of the title "the Bookman” quotes
the following legend. "The ia Ardeatina
mow diverges to the right; and on the
left stands the small church of IJomine
Quo Vadis, so named from the legend
that St. Peter, fleeing from the death of
a martyr, here met his Master and In
quired of him, “Domine quo vati!*-?" to
[which he received the reply, "Venio
iterum cruciflgi;" whereupon the apostle,
ashamed of his weakness, returned. A
copy of the footprint which Christ 1* sa d
to have impressed on the marble s shown
here (original at S. Ltbastlano.)
Henry K. Llenkiewicz (pronounc d
Sen-kay-vlch), the author of "Quo Yt
dls,” is a Polish novelist. Hi? latest
(work was published originally in the
I leading daily paper of Poland; we are in
debted to the translator. Jer-urtiah Cue
tin, for introducing us to to great and
dramatic writer. "With Fire and
Sword,” “The Deluge,” and “Pan Mi
chael" are other well known works by
this popular author.
It Is rai-d that Lienki. wiez wiltvs ami
■peaks English, ami that he spent so.t e
| time In California many years ago, and
| thait he has paid his respects to the
American girl and 'has written a number
| of short stories with the American girl
: as heroine. Ino Vadls *is an historical'
j novel of strength and dramatic beauty.
It deals with the time of Nero, and it is
I no surprise to the readers to learn that
Sienktewicz always visits the localities
mentioned in. his works, for here he seems
almost as familiar as was Nero himself
with the scenes he describes in the book.
In the first place, in Ino Vadls the author
has a story to tell, this fact impresses
itself upon the reader from thu very
I opening page. In addition to this tirst
j essential of the successful novelist, it fol
lows that the relation of this Btory in
| eludes many interesting events, and the
portrayal of widely diverge It personag s
and scenes. He dreams with equal! skill
the greatest and th* least. Proud, con
ceited, self-willed Nero, luxurious and
flattered amidst thu pomp and withering
gayety and licentiousness of his imperial
court his nobles, the Augusta Poppaa,
or.d women are drawn with accuracy and
presented to the mind of the readier with,
such broad, local coloring that they ap
pear to be flesh ard blood and the ener
vating mists of such feasts and luxury
seems to issue from every page entering
the mind and heart Of the reader. Then
with the sura touch of genius for charac
ter delineation he turns to present the
crafty Chiio—the superstitious and in
triguing mendicant—ore of the finest
dream characters of the book. In the
homes of tlv nobles we seem to learn asi
if by actual personal contact 'the state
and abject servitude of the tCaves, whose
; sole ambition in life was his master's
I whirrs and wishes. The local traits are
I painted with such sure knowledge of nr n
j ar d Scones that we watch many glimpse*
: of beautiful, luxurious. Imperial Rome,
! breathe the perfume of dainty flower
| laden marble bath trieHnim.
In strong, truthful con trast is drawn
! th ;en"e. rugged, tempos;uous life of 'he
early Christ In ns. When the mighty Peter
| ard bold Paul rtsiered the see nos of their
: earlier rr.nvt'r* < rs and labors to exhort
*he brethren to steadfastness* end faith.
Of court- the book Is a lengthy one. con
taining something over 600 pages. It is a.
history of the heroic conflict between
1 paganism and Christianity, and especial
ly the conflict between the insufficient
pagan belief In the heart of the nobla
young V'lniclus, and the life-giving, puri
fying religion ofOhr'st. A beautiful spir
itual climax is reached in the story when
this noble young heart surrenders the pa
gan beliefs, luxuries 3nd disspa'tlons of
Niora's count and in simplicity and bumble
beauty of faith is led by the great apos ie
Peter to the feet of the Hasten
Lygln is th1-' most beautiful creation of
the book, noble, true, pure young woman
hood. She will ever Stand out in the
reader’s memory as an ideal creation,
wad ihy ti> take her pla.ee a mong the noble
characters of womanhood, the dbvelop
ment of which in fiction seems to charac
terize what w-" may not inaptly call the
Victorian woman. There a'*e niamy scene.*
described in ho hook which The mind of
the reader will love to Huger upon: many
that ore dramatic and powerfully de
pleted. a.? in th vivid descriptions of the
burning of Rome, a ml the suffering and
persecutions caused the Christians In
wrongfully bearing the blame therefor.
The threads of "he s cry and loos“ ends
are caught up with wondrous skill and
pow**r in .r chapter where Lydia, as a
condemned Christian, is borne into the
arena before Nero and his assembled
court on the head of the German an
'ilochs! Tf any finer niece of dramafr ,1 --
scrlptiive work can b edited, I would like
| to know where it rap be found.
Them iis qo a 'tedious page in the book.
The setting of the story is wonderful Pn
Its strength ami picturesqueness. and pre
sents the sustain,- d pow«r and sweep of
narrative only po*--sess>ed by the greatest
t~' ": ''T In * V" di*» r-'iH nr*’v hive been
written by he hand of a master.
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Ill THE HILLMAN HOSPITAL
Goes ‘‘Rose Caxton” and Writes
Up Its Workings.
A NOBLE WORK OF CHARITY
Incidents of a Man Who Was So Well Pleased
that He Refused to Return Home
When Dismissed.
If one has never felt the pangs of hun
ger he would have no conception of the
fueling; neither does the always healthy
have the remotest idea of the keen suf
fering and disconsolate condition, of
those who have been robbed of their vital
power. To be sound in body and mind
is the greatest boon that can be bestow
ed upon the human family. Any other
condition makes life a burden and not
worth living. No wealth that this world
can off-r will compensate for the loes of
health. There are those with their mil
lions who would gladly give it all away
in order to enjoy once more the happi
ness that health alone can give. But,
alas! they are beyond the power of hu
man skill—their wealth is as a millstone
around itheir necks.
Scarcely a day passes, in a large city
like this, that one or more sad specta
THE OPERATING ROOM.
cl slof this kind does not come under our
•eyes.
Some such thoughts as these filled my
mind, and caused'an aching in my heart,
from which a fervent prayer for the re
lief of such unfortunates was reverently
off red up, as U ntered the Hillman hos
pital and asked to be shown through
the building.
1 was met at the door by the matron,
who, after seeing my card and learning
my mission, abruptly left the room and
turned me over to the day nurse, Mrs.
Lula Cl. Aby. Very paill-ntly and cour
teously did this lady pilot me around,
describing minutely every detail of In
terest.
The present hospital is not a larg- or
pretentious building, but its fame should
be h ra'ldod from every housetop; for a
more scientific and up-to-date institu
tion does not exist in any cllv. Coder
th direction of Dr. 'B. G. Copeland, the
surgeon in charge, /operations of th?
most delicate nature ar- skillfully and
successfully performed.
A fact that Dr. Cop land, and. Indeed,
that the whole board of lady managers
wishes brought before the public and
emphasized, is that th amount of char
ity work done in the Hillman hospital Is
much greater in proportion to the funds
of the institution than that done in any
similar hospital in any city, be It wh re
It may.
Absolutely the only means of defray
ing th" exp nse of caring for the char
ily patients, Is the Hillman fund of .
2(XH-$SM each month.
In oMer to increase the usafqlnea* of
the work d*>n» here, there la a provtaton
for as many as sixteen pay patient*.
A fact pointed out to me by Mrs. Hum
phreys, the nurse In charge of operation*,
la that charity patients are as well if
not better cared for than those In the
pay ward. Patients themselves reiter
ate this Important fact, and seem so
deeply to appreciate the kindly treat
ment accorded them, that at the expira
tion of their convalescence, they are re
luctant to leave such pleasant quarters.
To illustrate the foregoing, a story was
told me by the nurse of a gentleman who
has recently recovered from a severe sur
gical operation. He had been discharged
by Dr. Copeland and his wife sent for
him yesterday. However, she simply
sent her carriage in charge of the driver.
He soon returned as he went- -minus the
patient. The lady finally decided to go
herself for her reluctant lord and master.
Arriving at the hospital, it was only by
strategy that her husband was finally
induced to go home. He wept copiously.
As he went down the steps and left Ills
temporary abode, he was heard to declare
most earnestly, that he would be glad to
have some accident happen to him, so
that he should be compelled to return to
the Hillman hospital for treatment.
Special mention should-be made of tlie
efficient and brave services in the oper
ating room, of the two assistants, Miss
Otto, the matron, and Mrs. Humphreys,
the nurse In charge of the operating
room.
Dr. Copeland personally performs ail
operations in a neat and skillful man
ner. His assistants are Dr. R. A. Berry,
his professional ass"ciate; Dr. J. T.
Brown, resident hospital physician; Rax
ter Rittenberry, a second course nitdical
student, and the two nurses above m n
tioned. Mrs. Aby, the day nurse, and
Miss Allen, the night nurse, are compe
tent and always cordially agreeable.
(Birmingham should be, and no doubt is,
proud of this r.Dble institution, so largely
devoted to charity. Our citizens should
s'-i to it that every assistance and en
couragement be given this earnest bind
of workers.
The business interests of the Iliilman
hospital are controlled by a b a id of
lady managers, whose president Is Mrs.
A. Cl. Smith. This beard has in charge
■the Hillman oharity furd, arid they a one
are authoriz d to spir.'d same.
It is truly astnni hlng. -vh n you st p
to think about It, how many re pie even
in our own city ate dally giving their
tirm and attention to the ali-vitim of
the sufferings of t'heir fellow-crcafu: s,
arid ail for the Christian love they bear
huma; ?;y. The thought of a rcdmpr’ns?
never enters th irmlndi .h yaieactu_t d
by motives purely uns Ifbh. Their mis
sion ie to do the most good porslbie to
the greatest number.
Such a Iran is Dr. Copeland; such is the
noble work being so ft ly and willingly
done under his able direction at the H li
man hospital.
'May the good work go on, a d return
to him golden fruit. We bid him and his
associates God speed.
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JOSEPHINE’S TALE OF WOE.
In Her Own Peculiar Prairie Dialect She Re
views the Last Days of Her £
Beloved Husband—A
Clever Story.
ydt"
' Ah, yes, do Ink’ sparkle no look 'appy
een de sue, but dat water don' know, eet
don’ un'orstan. -h;
I tell you 'ow de story ’appen. '•*'
One day Philippe, lay ’usban, say at
me, “Josephine, tak’ dc egg an de butter
an sell dam on do AnglismeD dat live
roun’ de Ink’.”
Dose man com’ off Aiiglnn an tlnk dey
mnk’ de farm, but dey slioot an fish nn
drive on do prairie au lot deir crop grow
as ’e please.
My ’ouse wns seex mile off, an dore was
de Ion' drive roun' de lak’.
W’en I com iienr dees pise, I see ono
tent, an I tlnk I flu’ som' Injun. But
praysonly I see on de grass one w’ite wo
man, an she nf da lofely face, an dc long
batr fall roun' ’er an eblne een de sun.
W’en she 'ear de wagon, she sit up an
look at me. Den sbo lean by one tree an
ory an cry.
I zhump from my wagon an say, “W’at
ees de trobl’ of yon?’’
Don sho cry: “I so glad, so glad for see
you. I t’ink I never see one woman som’
more. I t’ink my ’enrt brak’ w'en I lie
'ere all de day so lon’som’.”
I look roun’ an I say: “ Were cae gome
body? W’y dey leave yon so lon'sein'?”
Den sho say, “My ’usban go way for
slioot on for fish all day, nn ’e don' tiu’er
stnn dat I'll be frighten an lon'eom’.”
After w’ilo she tell me do story of ’ersev.
Hhedld livo on Angland wld fader, mod
der, sister, brodder, nn muuy people com’
een deir 'ome.
Blmeby sho promiso for marry wid one
young raoD, nn flrs’ 'o com' on Canada
wid ’eomsev, an 'e write pinny letter of do
lofely prairio an ’ow she be 'appy in dis
plas wid 'ecm.
Den 'e com’ bnck on Anglnnd nn ranrry
wid ’or, nn sbo leave 'or people. Sho miss
dem, hut sho try for bo ’uppy wid 'com.
W’en dey arrife on Caundu an go by de
city an do town an do farm, she t’ink sbr
liko de co’utry. But dey com’ far nn more
far an go t’rough de prnirio w’ero dcre's
no tree, no wnter, an her eye grow tire'.
After w'ilo dero’s no moro train, no more
car, an dey drive oen do wagon fnr nn
moro fnr, an she see no 'ouse, no people.
Den ’er ’enrt fool lon’som’, but she try for
seem 'appy.
At Ins’ dey arrlfo by dis plas’, an she
sen som’ tree nu do lofely ink’, bnt dero’s
no ’ouso, dero’s nodding but dc tent, on
ono man stnn near by nil smoke.
Den ’er ’usban say, “Wc stop ’ore.”
Sho sny, “W'ero ees da ’ouse?”
’E sny: “Dat tont ocs my 'ouso, au you
'ave no trohl1 for ’ousekeep. Sometime
Tom, dat man, 'elp you w’en 'e’B not j
busy.”
Sho sny, “W’ero ees do woman for ’elp
me?”
'E say: “No woman livo ncer dis pins’.
Doso lady dat com’ from Anglnnd nu live
on do prairie bo giud for work an ’elp del:- I
’uslmn.”
Siio spik not, but go eon do tont. Dat
tent was dirty, so dirty, bucos do ronn,
Tom, don’ trobl’ for waEh t’lngs, nil do
pot aud pan, de blanket an do cout, lio nil
roun.
She wns tiro, for dey (lrivo fnr; slio wan
ool, for do fros’ wns yet ecu do groun; sho
wns hungry, bnt slio know sho oat not
w’on t’ings look liko dot. So do tear com’
een 'or eye.
Dat mnk’ 'er ’nsbnn nngry, nn 'esay:
“I nover t’ink you wus dot kin of woman.
Odder men 'nf do bravo wife dot Vlpdeiu.”
Den slio sit on do groun un cry liko ’cr
’eart brnk’.
Den 'o grow more angry un go way off
on do praiiie.
Do man, Tom, fool sorry, an 'c ask ’or
ecf slio not know sho inns’ livo een ono
tent. An sho say sho nover know dat. She
t’ink slio livo ccn ono 'ouso w'ero odder
pooplo livo nour.
Den Tom mak’ do flro, on fry do pork
nn do potntes, nn innk' como ten, an ’o
sny, “You foci belter w’en you cat som
ding.”
Sho try for oat, but do pork was fat, nn
do potntes swim een do grease, so she
think com, but sny sho feel too seek for
eut. But she drink do ton an feel hotter.
I)c m x’ day sho ache nil over. Slio eat
nodding, she walk nor, for do groun et«
damp, do tent cor. damp. An at do firs’ 'or
'usbiin ecs sorry, but blmeby 'o grow tiro
for Ink' caro of ’er, no ’o my, “IX re’s no
good een life ccf one man mils' stay by do
tent all day." An w’en slio grow not
strong ’o lenvo 'or day by day alone wid
’ersev.
Before I go from 'er dot day I cook for
'er do poasli egg an do tons', an slio cat
like sbo bo starve, an rJio sny, “I)at oes
like dey cook by my ’ome,"
After dot 1 drive 'roun do lak’ an nrrife
on do little cottnrho w’cto livo do t'roo
Anglismen. An I spik wid otic of dom
.thou' dat woman, un 'o guy, “’Er 'usban
con one selfish brute.”
I liko Out Anglisiunn, an I t'ink, “W’y
she not seo you before sho marry wid
com?” For dat. man wns so ’undsoine, so
brnv' an so strong.
After dat I drive every day by 'er tent
an wash do t’inea un cook somding dat
sho may oat. An slio grow moro strong,
i sn biir.eby slio laugh un suy sho don’ feel
fo ion'som'.
After w'ilo deir 'ouso arriCe. Een de
prairie, w'ero dcro's not wood for bull’ do
'OIK1, dry buy do ’ouso eon de city, un 'o
jrrtfo nil puck up. ready for pnt togedder.
Do big Anglisman dat 1 lit:' coni' 'roun
do odder side u da Ink’, nn 'o ’tip cr w’on
she put do furuizliur een do 'ouso, an w on
slio laugh au so- n plcaso o watch 'or, an
Jo oyc of com grow sof’, nn de sigh nils'
from ec.q 'cart. Bnt she don’ know dat.
Many time ’c com’ nn 'o rend for h r an
sing for ’or, nn somtime dev sing toged
dcr. .in do cclar eom' ecu or check, an she
look 'appy, au 'u smile wid do sweet smile,
un I t'ink: ‘Ah, you would bu de kin’
'ushnnd. You would bo strong, you would
bo zticntll. But dnt ees too latn now."
One day w'en I nrrife she look w'lte nod
siraii/.ii. An after w'ilo she put'er arm
roun’ mo an cry: “Ob, Jusephe, Josephs,
I never t lnk dorc wu3 nny wrong w'en ’o
com’ for see no, nil I tol’ my ’usban every
i time 'o-com', un 'o nover sny I do wrong
! for slug wid cam an read wld ecm. But
Ins’ night w’en my ’usban’ errifo from do
villnziic, 'e say dat do peopl’ dero gosscop
boios do Anglisman com’ by dis 'ouso so
many tlmo, nn my 'usban say, “Won dat
man nrrife ’ore, you tell ’com *e never
darken dis door again.”
Den abe lay 'sr 'eed by roe as tplk fto
more won), but I feet de meesetry een my
'eart for 'er,
Bimeby *lie say: “Josephe, I want my
rnodder. Eef ray raodder was by me an I
eplk wld ’6r eet 'elp me beer all dat."
X'raysouly I se de Angltsman com' ufi 1
from de Ink’.
Den dey gptk togedder, an de face of eem
grow w'lte, an de black com’ een eea ej t,
an de voice of eem train’!’, but I know
not w’at 'e say.
Praysonly sbe say: “Goodby, goodby
forever. I t’ank you from my 'eart for all
you 'at done. 1 know you are good. I
know you aro noble. I pray you may be
’nppy."
I 'ear not de word 'e say, but de face of
eera look like de face of de dead.
Den be go fast a way by do lak, an she
keep 'or eye on dat little canoe dat enrry
eem over de lak, for she know 'e com’
back no more.
De nex’ day I go by de oottazhe of de
Anglisiuan for soli ray egg and butter, an
dose odder two men tell me dat ’e leave
dem an go far, far away.
Won many week go past, she say to me,
“Bimeby, Josephe, w'en I ’old do little
one een my arm, an ’e learn for cull me
modder, I’ll be not so lon’som’.”
But, nb, me, w’en de day arrife, I know
sho’ll never enrry eom een 'er arm, an 'e'll
never call 'er modder.
1 'ear ’er say to mo een do weak voice:
“Josephe, good Josephe, bring my baby
by mo. I want for see do dear little face.’’
Den I t'lnk my ’eart brak’.
Praysonly de doctor, do doctor from de
villazhe, go beside ’er, an de tear ees een
Vs eye, for 'e tell ’er very zhentil dat de
life lie gone out from dat little baby.
After dat she remember nodding for
mnnyday.
W’en 'er sense com’ to 'cr once more,
she any: “Josephe, I cannot bear cet long.
I go, I inus’ go wld my baby.”
Den I kiss 'er face an tell ’er, “Oh, yon
be better, you be better soon,” ah I leave
’er wid de woman dat com'from de vil
lnzhe for tak’ care of ’er.
Nex’ day, w'en I com’ by de ’ouse an
put ray ’and on de door, somding inak’
me feci cold nn shake.
An w'en I walk eon she cry not, “Jo
sephe, good Josephe,” for she lie w’lte nn
still on de bed, an I know she cos wld 'er
baby.
But X go not by de bed, for ’er ’usban
stan dere w’lte nn still as ees de dead
woman.
Do man, Tom, sit con kltzhon, nn ’e cry
like do child, but 'e tell mo de story.
De nurse woman sleep een de night, nn
do lamp burn low. Wen sho wake, sho
look on de bed, an nodding lio dere, nod
ding dat live ees een do room wid ’er.
Sho wako every oue, on dey senrsli de
'ouse, dey senrsli de groun. At de las' dey
fin do footpilnt to do Ink', an een dut
water she lie dead.
An I suy wid raysev, “God know dat
all ’or trouble, all 'er lon som'ness, de
stroy ’er min, so sbo no longer uu’erstau
dat eet bo sin for tako ’er lifo so sho go by
'er baby, an I know een my 'cart God
never punish 'er for dut, bncos he uu'er
Btnn. ”
Den I make do prayer for 'cr soul.
I go ecu de room w'ere ’cr 'nsbau stan,
an I remember dat 'e spoil 'er life, de life
of dat woman I lofo, of dnt woman dat lie
dead, an I caro not eef my word be ’ard,
eef my word be cruel. I want for 'urt, eem
eef I can.
'E draw eemsev back liko do knife go
t’rough oem an look een my eye like 'a
stan dere for let me pierco do ’eart of eem.
But praysonly 'o cry : “Spik on, spik w’at
you will. Nodding you say 'urt mo more
asde t’ing I say at mysev. I know at Ins’
w’at she suffor. I know at las’ w’ut I ’avo
done. Eef I could bring 'or back, I give
my life for make 'er 'uppy. But, oh, my
God, eet ees too latoj too late!”
Den ’e groan an 'ide de fuco een do
'ands, nn 'e say, “De punishment ecs
greater dan X can bear.”—Now York
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