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UNTtD HOUSE
Wi3 * * WE 'f WEAVE.
'-T- «•T 1 '
I she, “several times since lie left us,
II remember, so distinctly, liow he ap-
' peared to me in my dreams. The last
i Hut tie wtsrti st* at
»» d 11B Edwaid Um ‘ ? » 1,(3 waB m u "l'k« himself thy. I
skfast ta > L j wa8 mai tled and attempted to run.
yje d° A "• , I did run until I became lost, and
m . rm ne, address- >
Jlr8 - L ■ , ...i I wandering about, could find no fami
liar scene. Finally, uight came on,
and in my despair, I sat down on a
is, ready and we have.
mmmm
kill Mm r, cate ef he war libbm het results, and, at this juncture, Ed- jits garreu, and frurn these solitary
noul,I sho come back an’ tell whar ( w ard interrupted with a scientific j perches, screech out their Inmeuta-
he is.”
Uncle Tom’s arncuhir speech riveter"
the eyes of his hearers upon him. ]],
was teaching the conclusive part oi
his argument and the open expression
of his thoughts served as the syllo
gisiu of his logic. He now resumed,
and in an earnest, self convinced
manner went on.
explanation of sister Becky’s t i l ing lions
log and begun to weep. Suddenly 1
heard foot steps behind me, and turn
ing quickly, saw n dark o jeot np-
ng room, ,M1 ' ° prqaching. It, stopped—avouecall-
His eve« were sligtmy
,,h„e had slept more *' cognised in, and ... me
a.”
0Mg until Edward en-
bnt still
l, e had at his disposal,
cuing, mother j good
j am glad yon had
ht to awake me, tot I
q, on. iiiicoiisciotis that
ad dawned.
],. Turn c '.me »P t,ie
van)mu', * Know, fot I
; , M had broken into the
yjng my room door,
om knocked and awak-
ow unreal dreams are
life. Sometimes I atu
h Beetles, so familiar,
for ue to discredit
1 experiences. I can
v faintly, mere sketches
uis which came to my
it. I do wish 1 co.ild
hey would he interest*
lung more, than the ab-
to dreams, my brother,
tut, “Doctor Rove, the
„r school, in his meta-
is, claimed that they
over—“Certainly, Uncle Turn,” said
•ie, •‘they buried her by mistake—
thought she was dead when, really,
she wns in a comatose stale, or iu a
state of suspended animation.”
“Ivir, chile,” ejaculated Uncle
Tom, “she warn’t si fi\*d on coma-
times, she sholy died. I knowed dal
“B it how am he ter come back what ycr gwine ter say. Dat what
an’ tell whar he is when lie’s ded?
Mtbbe we’ill all know de truf ob it
so ne- day or nudder."
Mrs. Coyne had long feared the
worse, ami now, that her own theory
was corroborate^ by uncle Tom, she
Becky mas’r say, meldie,” continued
Uncle Tom, “yer ueliber liearn tell
on de ole honied house away down
on de riber.”
“I)e Dobsons i ster lib tltir, er
way back, ’fore ma-’r’s P« ceasted.
was impressed more seriously with (Ole man Dobson, he tuk all do moil
its probable truth. She turned her ey dey say, an’ bury if underneet do
fulluesB of my joy, rushed t
him. With all. my speed I .
seem to get any nearer Finall, 1
fell to the ground exhausted; ,n,h he
lias never appeared to me. since. Ami
now to the point, I do firmly believe
he was alive several da\ s after his
disappearance, but,"’-and tears came
to her eyes, “I know I sliall never
see liim again—he is dead!”
Uncle Tom stood beside the table;
he was butler and footman of the
house, lie had served the family
with an enduring fidelity that has
ever been remarkable of the old time
Southern slave, he was a kind of
household oracle that solved all do
mestic problems and his opinions
went a long way toward shaping
plans that oiigmated in the family
circle. He looked upon his mistress
with a reverence akin to worship and
lie loved her children with a devotion
that bordered on fanaticism, He
was a fixture of the household—there
claimed that t.iey he had labor,id a,,d 8 P el,t lhe 8lreH S lh
J irregular thoughts of hU vo,,th ’ ^ was a saerred spot
akening tc b>,m > al,d beyond its ,iralts
”l 1 „11
from an aw
sleep, memory ami j
st absolute rest. The]
memory precludes the
ry function of the brain
f tlie mind; and, as
direct result of mem-
be no dreaming in
eases, however, arouse
itisduring this morueu-
perceplion, before it
active, that we dream,
ions causes, but they
■ii facts that have ira*
mlally. 1 had a liorri-
ut Col. Randall which
account for. I thought
into a botiomkss pit,
, in their frantic efforts
im, crowded round the
‘d it to cave in and
was nothing in all the wide world to
live for. Uncle Tom was beginning
to sloop under the burden of time.
A short, kindly beard, white with
the frost of years, covered his face in
ludicrous contrast to the black of his
skin.
He
head, and in on attitude of perplexed
thought, gazed, with a vacant stare,
across the room She had a Ue mo led
to resign herself to its hitler truth,
hut, as often, hope (i.. n il i cfoie tier
and she following that pane ,
wavering bultelfly wi.idi cn<niluns
life chases to the grave.
Mqutlis and years had passed by
still no trace or track of him yet, and
now., after the elapse of so long a
time, how ooi.Id it be possible to ever
know his fate, She was thinking of j
what uncle Tom had said: “Maybe,
we will all know the truth of it some
Jay or other.”
Tlie conversation had about sub
sided. Edward, Ileitie and Mrs.
(Joyne were absorbed in thought.
Uncle Tom stood near by with nis
eyes thrown on the ceiling above
him. He always assumed a sphinx-
like altitude when he sought to solve
some perplexing problem. He seem
ed to lake inspiration from whatever
might lie oyer head—from the crawl
ing flies that moved oil the ceiling
and traced their aimless course.
Wherever he might be, when an
intricate question presented itself, he
looked up and solved it in the daiic-
ing leaves of the trees, in the asure
sky or the duskey clouds. And now
turning to Edward—lie always di
rected his remarks, though intended
, ; _ for his Mistress, to one of the ohil-
was tall and slender, and dretl _ he colltillne d_« All ’ I tolled
though more than seventy years old,
he still possessed an agility that was
unusual for a person of his age.
Many were the hours Edward and
Hettie had spent in his cabin, listen
ing to the wonderful store of quaint
knowledge, ho had gathered along
life’s path
yer, chile, how in slavery time, de
over seer ob one ob de big plauta-
sliiins war found ded in de road. Dey
tuk him, dey did, Ins folks, an’ buried
him in de graveyerd. Eberybody sed
de heart quit beatiu’ an’ he died dat
er way; caze dey slio look ter see
big house, in or bright new tin box,
but ueblier tell no body nnfiin- One
day he come home sick, an’ ’tore he
could tell whar de money war, he
done'ded. De ole lady Dobson she
died; an’ de uhilViis dey move offon
de place an’ sell all de niggers. Dat
house .am s.ill dcrc. It look mighty
lonesome er way up that' on de hill.
l)e ole plantashun done gone ter
rack, an’ nebber a person hardly
chhcr am seed tliar.”
“Yes,” interrupted Elward, “of
eons.", wo have all heard of the Dob
son place. • It docs, really, remind
me of a grave-yard—it look so cheer
less and lonely. I had occasion to
go there once myself. Ii has a most
remarkable ami legendary history.”
“Well,” continued Uncle Tom,
“ehery body knows dat house am
she hauled. Folks hab went dere
ter lib, but who kin lib wid ghosts
and spirits alters bangin’ an* ker
slammiu’ t’mg er bout deni? Dere
war er man libbin lltar when de
ohll’eus move er way an’ 1 e beam
noises up stairs an’ er about, all de
lib long night an- he paek up, he did,
an’ lef like de ehil’ens. Dere war er
nndder man who lib tliar, jisl ’fore
maneerpashuri, in diiriu’ ob de war,
but one mornin’ when bis folks eail
him ter wake up, he war ded. All
dat tune dein ghosts hub kept up
dey racket.”
Again Edward interrupted the old
man and and asked him if he be
lieved the ghosts killed the man.
“Didn’t he die a natural death?” in
quired Edward, “just like people do
when they are stricken down by fatal
disease?”
“I):ir now, chile,” exclaimed Un
cle Tom, “I spooled yer war gwine
“The faint slops heard there, trip
ping abo t over bare floors, were
never uiirked by the foot of the
day. It is nonsense, Uncle Tom.
You know, in s oil places, there are
always a collection of rat*; they lire
there and burrow in the ground.
They gallop and play in the ceiling
and the open, spaces leween the
concealed timbers. Are they never
heard or are all such sounds uttril-
uled to those invisible, hiding creat
ures of another world, commonly
called ghosts? ,
“Dal war jist. what I gwine ter
tell yer, chile; I knowed lint's wlint
yer gwine lersa^. Mebbe it am an’
melibe it am not. Rats ain’t ghosts
an’ghosts ain’t rats.”
Uncle Tom looked up to the ceil
ing. He was gathering, in. Iiis men
tal armory, galliu guns and the most
improved arms, to defend his posi
tion. He had been assailed at a
point be least expeeteii, and with
such vigor, that the most undaunted
courage was nejess.iry to prevent
a retreat. Tile flies dragged them
selves lazily over the celling above
him. Finally, lie unuie down with
re-enforcements:
“Lori chile, who ever hearn talk
oh er rat bein’ a she nuf ghost?”
The victory clearly belonged lo
him now—that settled it—and the
grin of satisfaction that swallowed
his whole face told that the argu
ment was ended.
“Uncle Tom,” exclaimed Hettie,
“do, don’t tell us any more about
ghosts! I’ll be dreaming about them
for the next two weeks!”
Hettie arose from the table and in
her usual graceful manner, went out
from the room to the veramler She
watched the morning s uibentns fall
ing softly through the fluttering
leaves of the climbing vines and
dancing before her on the floor,
while the source from which all this
light came, poised unswervingly.
How like her own heart; uircum
stances might shift her about, but
through all these vicissitudes there
would stand, in the midst of her life,
the strong commanding glory of her
love.
TO BE CONTINUED.
t touchingly real—the
'ouhl not he reached in
i iu last, a number of
out. to u here he was,
I decay had robbed his
aud there lay the grim
dint lie was. It
0 think of it. It was
\s ago in; took me out
1 ti c horse shied at some
lU K.vviy er raped falling
whar lie been. IBs ole ’ornaii had
When they were children, drag-! q „| f> g,-i e viu’ al ter him, when one ter ax dat question. I dun-o what
ging through tlie tedious routine of j nig | lt( ; n er dream, she saw two mens ' k j| t j, ut he died an’ dere warn’l
ihar since
no body hab ebber libod
den, nuttier.”
“Well, Uncle Tom,” again inter
rupted Edward, “we have all heard
of the Dobson piano. Everybody in
this community is acquainted with
school hours, their happiest moments | corae scalin’m at do door; one in de
wfre when they could run hqme, and , bauk door al| > t’other in de front
gathering about uncle Tom, hear tlie! dool>> An’ de re, sho nuf, in de mid
wonderful tales he would tell. Hi 8 j die of do room, stood her ole man
cabin was a refuge from the scowl or I j igt „.,tural as de day he lef her. One
frown of mother—a rock of safety, . ()b de luentl up, he did. an’ speak ter
of which they.jjo.ild stand when the de over seer, while t’other catch him I iu history. Some strange things
troubles about them rolled highc-st; roun< 3 d e waist an’ hold him fer dej t)ave happened there and the state*
an ark of rest and security,when the] maI , j n f 10 nt, who tuk a white clod' rae|)t yo „ m(lke a hout it is true iu
ak(J8 flood of their own little distresses J au> |,old n to der oyer seer nose. De j , n . iny p ar ticulars. To day, it is
seemed to eng ilf tlie world about . i orn , ul smelt cloryform; an’ dat in ' avoided by the superstitious, and as | p
them. His cabin was an l' l,rnl, ' t! her dream, too. She siio seed dem the old house becomes more dilapi-! QJ*
spot-a mere speck on the face of the i men( , au’ tolled who dey war- Dem by t',e ravishes of impartial j L - >vi , ;l AVeiTk Atlanta om-nal and
earth. It nestled in the shadow of B3l -) e mens am now de law, some .time, its hohgob'iins, inhabitants, Juvenile Journal, one year.
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HEAD THIS
We send you The
Search-Light, and
i^i mi! well u inch was' khe big lio. se and was never seen un-: w h ar , L .f dey ain’t ded dey selves. j ghosts, spirits, or whatever it may be, j it d>| ^tt \
will, rotten wood and less discovered by the merest acci-j «Ef de person am ded he can’t talk | g row holder and rather multiply. I vl »pl»WV L
Buie of the road. The Aleut. B it there, two little hearts; w | ieil de spent come back, no more
Tl.e most unearthly noises are re-
Man iacal
ileiwd me so much that' worshipped—there two little l' vc8 : dan a littJu talkless baby kin talk, ported to be heard tine
et it off m , l |,i_i,„„„„ unfolded; and as thb years rolled on i Klt yer kin see dem, an’ know dem laughs, screeches and groans that die
toned
We send THE SEARCH-
tGH’r and the Atlanta
Constitution.
interrupted
jou not tell
Mrs.
us of
and lime in its strengtli had tonen j; 8t |j ke jer allers could. 1 a wav in a silence that becomes
tlie childish prattle to the chord of a . “])e spent sometime come back aa <rurous and fearful, After all,
more serious lilt; when tl.e • 3 n’ turn de body ober in de grave., - IM ., M y of the reports are doubtless K'
1 school room at home had exhausted ' aJ|rf ,i.i,..his remarks lo I
We send The Search-
Light and tlie Twice-a-
kissed mother
1 . on; i .it as the
" af eon e up no op-
't w m. he less
0 (:u [j’-e its relation
leplkd Hettie, “I j 118 8tore » lhby kltiSt;d ,nol " t;r ^ 00 . 1
bye until they should come ba, , of narrative: “Ole sister Becky, dat vera fy or to explain away J these offers. Subscribe
Dorn college. But they lingeied j ugter tell yer ’bout how dat she fabrication by personal invest!
about uncle Tom in his oahin— they , 1)ad tul . be t i;k outer de grave ca/.e
w, addressing iiis remarks to t . xa ^g t . ra i e ,] > X)„t tradition has made
Hettie, he went on, in his usual style n „ , a(1(1
Week Savannah News
WesendThe Search-
,43 l.f?if Light and t’ue Thri :e-
a-Week New York"World.
•no one cares tq^ New subscriptions Or renewals for all
It conversation had
:tfl lhat interested Mis.
detply— she had
ui.
him told good-bye—thev told bun | de | ali( j didn’t b’loug lo the planta-
good-bye again, and when they went # j llm Dere war de cofiin, wid de
their lips moved and quiverd wliile pj fastened lown, l'ist like dey put
the tears that glistened iu thier eyes ' ljn()er £ j e a itii, but sister Becky
tlie
uncle
seemed to say:—“Good-I>ye,
■;sh« believed T om, gornl bye.”
of W.' 1 --''" 1 ""
"'Wit. and attached to and said in his peculiar dulcet,
'"logical imprrtaneo of now,.honey, Misses an sho ngiu
. Mas’r wai iibbm sho nuf when he
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gallon. I judge, from my own feel-J Want ^ H M
mgs, that it would not he altogether j—— 1Envelopes, Cards,
„u.M,„i I Note Heads. Letter
l ,lea8a,lt ’ » iet | a |lie,nia, Bill Heads,
“While some of the statemeiits, Vf OI'K . l ! * t a<»menf* Dodg-
nisv have foiiiidation tlie causes are |
her
spirit done been dar an torn
body ober. vvid de face down.” 1
Dr ole Tom’s a.perstltien had
hod out lo such a length that his have flown through its broken panes
decided to argue him buk and fluttered against its empty walls.
rea
heaiers
ers,Checks.Blanks,
j j Posters. Busine-s
perfectly natural. May not a goat or! “Jards.Receipt*.etc
some other animal have strived in JJ so. call at 'I HE BeaBOH-Light Job
, Other* to got them. J’nces cheap and
there for shelter—probably birds -vorkdo ne at once. Trv aa,
Address all order* to
your
Ivar father,” said come back au’call Misses. Some cod y iu,o a l
sonable solution of tbeEe May be owls and bats have infested
S sarah-jCight,
Bainbndge, Ga.