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Ewell, Martha Lewis Beckwith, 1841-1902

"The Harvest of Years"


"Miss North says we may have some flowers, and we'd better go back,
Willie, and see about getting the spot ready--she had her seed box out
last night, but I guess she'll give us plants too, to put in the
ground."
He was very thoughtful, and would not stay too long for anything, he
said. Aunt Hildy looked after them, and sighed with the thoughts that
rose within, but said no word.
The three weeks of Mr. and Mrs. Waterman's stay were at an end.
"On the morrow," said Mary, "we go to Aunty Goodwin's. I want to go, and
dread to leave. But is that Matthias coming over the hill? It is, and I
have something to tell him. I have meant to do it before, but there was
really no opportunity. Come out with me, and let's sit down under the
elm tree while I tell him. Come, Allie," and she lifted the blue-eyed
baby tenderly. Oh, how sweet she was! and I wondered how we could bear
to lose her. She crowed with delight at Matthias' approach, and at
Mary's suggestion he took a seat beside us.
"I have something to tell you now; open wide your ears, Uncle Peter."
"What's dat you say, Miss Molly; got some news from home?"
"Yes, I have news for you from your own."
"Oh, Miss Molly, don't for de Lord's sake wait a minit!"
"Your wife, whom Mr. Sumner so cruelly sold for you, is very happy now,
for she is free, Matthias."
"Done gone to hevin, does you mean? Tell it all," said the old man, who
trembled visibly.
"She did not live two months, but she was in good hands.


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