. A golden wedding, and other tales . ck look, as she haddone before. You say de Thormsons come fomGeorgy, aint yer? she asked, eagerly. Yas, m, dat what I say; dee is come fomGeorgy, The old man had risen. Well, so long, SisGarrett, he said, moving away. I gwine git alianful o corn an bait up Mi*. Highstepper, anteach im ligion, caze hes boun fur a hot long! And so they parted. The old woman sat silcnt-]y ruminating a long time that night before goingto bed. How strange it was that the old man Thomp-son had been married on Christmas, and his wifehad worn fresh orange-flowers! How ver
. A golden wedding, and other tales . ck look, as she haddone before. You say de Thormsons come fomGeorgy, aint yer? she asked, eagerly. Yas, m, dat what I say; dee is come fomGeorgy, The old man had risen. Well, so long, SisGarrett, he said, moving away. I gwine git alianful o corn an bait up Mi*. Highstepper, anteach im ligion, caze hes boun fur a hot long! And so they parted. The old woman sat silcnt-]y ruminating a long time that night before goingto bed. How strange it was that the old man Thomp-son had been married on Christmas, and his wifehad worn fresh orange-flowers! How very strange!All this had happened to her when she was had been a Christmas bride, and had wornan orange wreath ; but of course this was in Lou-isiana, and her husband was tall and straight andhandsome—everything that Thompson was , it was strange, and the coincidence filled herheart Avith an old yearning. If she could but meethim once again, this husband of her youth, shewould die happy ; but this was more than she. A GOLDEN WEDDING 11 could hope for, for it had all happened—she hadno idea how many years ago. It had been an imprudent marriage, ill-advisedand unfortunate. She and he had been the prop-erty of different families. The evil prophesiedhad come true. Her husbands owner had movedinto another state, and carried all his goods withhim, and that had been the end. After a brief season of happiness, the marriagehad brought her only separation and sorrow, andyet she would not part with the memory of thisshort period for all else that life had brought her. It was late when she rose from her meditations,knelt for an audible prayer of unusual length, andfinally climbed into her high, soft bed, where, sur-rounded by friends of her youth, and with the sen-sation of an orange-wreath lying upon her old head,in dreams she fell asleep. The red rooster was killed that night, pickedclean to a feather, and early next morning passedthrough the partition. There had bee
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