. "Miss Lillie": a true story of the Southland . entment on erface, an I knowed as how de Lawd had done dippedHes finger in de incense o glory an nointed ersoul. Hit didnt need no purifyin, fer twar puri-fied when she war horned; life hadnt been sweetto er an I could see fum dat holy smile dat litup er angel face dat er soul was rejoicin at dechange dat wuz er-comin. An in bout ten minutes hit camed. She lipsjes moved so quiet like, pernouncin some wordswe couldnt make out, an den dey parted so peace-ful like wid a smile dat seemed ter reflec de glorydat er soul wuz catchin fum away oflf, an d
. "Miss Lillie": a true story of the Southland . entment on erface, an I knowed as how de Lawd had done dippedHes finger in de incense o glory an nointed ersoul. Hit didnt need no purifyin, fer twar puri-fied when she war horned; life hadnt been sweetto er an I could see fum dat holy smile dat litup er angel face dat er soul was rejoicin at dechange dat wuz er-comin. An in bout ten minutes hit camed. She lipsjes moved so quiet like, pernouncin some wordswe couldnt make out, an den dey parted so peace-ful like wid a smile dat seemed ter reflec de glorydat er soul wuz catchin fum away oflf, an den dembig, sof blue eyes closed slowly, an wid jes erlittle flutterin sigh she went ercross de great ribberan foun de peace dat didnt bide wid er in life. An jes as dat white spirit winged away fumde body an lef us ony de house o clay wat it beenbidin in while twar on earth, de ole cunnel stoppedhes moanin an wuz so silent an still like. Er fewminutes arter dat de doctor tech im on de shoulderan say, serf an low, like he war feered he gwine ter. iJeatli ol Miss Lillie. wake up de angel fum de long sleep what she goneinter, Come, cunnel, yer mus go an res. But deole cunnel didnt mek no answer, an den we lif imup, an de white head jes drap down on he ches anhes hans hung limp by hes side, an den weknowed dat de two spirits what had loved eachother so much in dis life had done jined hans erminit afor* an gone tergether ter meet Miss Lilliesma, wat bofe on em been grievin fer so long. Dats been er long time gone, sah, but if youllstep over dar whar you see dat bunch o cedarsgrowin on de slope, wat faces toward de wes,youll see free mouns whar we done laid de cunnelan Miss Lillie long side o er ma. An when desun sets in de ebenin hit seems ter fall softer dardan anywhar else, an seems ter be er richer goldcolor; an de grass grow greener dar, an de viletsblooms sweeter, an de birds sits in de cedars eberyebenin an sings dar sweetest little vesper songs, ande whipperwills call so mour
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