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Johnston, Annie Fellows, 1863-1931

"Ole Mammy's Torment"

Not knowing what was passing through her mind, he
was not prepared for the abrupt change in both her speech and manner. He
almost lost his balance when she suddenly gave her consent; but,
regaining it quickly, he tumbled through the door, giving vent to his
delight in a series of whoops that made Mammy's head ring, and brought
her to the door, scolding crossly.
A few minutes later, a dusky little figure crept through the gloaming,
and rustled softly through the leaves lying on the path. Resting his
arms on the fence, he looked across the dim fields to the darkly
outlined tree-tops of the hill beyond.
"I wondah if he knows that I'm keepin' my promise," he whispered. "I
wondah if he knows I'm tryin' to follow him."
Over the churchyard hill the new moon swung its slender crescent of
light, and into its silvery wake there trembled out of the darkness a
shining star.
* * * * *
The roadside ditches are covered with ice, these cold winter mornings.
The ruts in the muddy pike are frozen as hard as stone.


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