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Read, Opie Percival, 1852-1939

"The Starbucks"

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"An' nobody's life could have been given mo' away in love to others."
"I hopes dat my soul is white, Mars Jasper."
"As white as a lamb, washed in the dew."
"Thank you, Mars Jasper, fur I ain't gwine be yere much longer, fur I's
er gwine home. De road has been long an' I's almos' wore out, but I'll
git home atter while, an' when I does, I gwine tell de Lawd erbout de
folks down yere."
Tom and Lou came from the spring house, carrying a small jar, and the
old man exclaimed: "Why, it must be heavy." His wife knew that he was
charicaturing her and she stood contemptuous, with arms folded, as he
sprang forward to assist the two "youngsters." "Let me help you," and
pretending to stagger under a great weight, he took the jar and with
great apparent difficulty put it on the table.
"Jasper," said his wife, "I wouldn't make light of it."
"Light of it! Why, I couldn't make light of anything so heavy."
"Father," said Lou, "the bees have swarmed and settled on the peach
tree."
"That so? Why, I thought thar was honey in the air.


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