Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
"O God, take ker‘ o‘ Dick!--He‘ll sure have a tough time when I‘m gone,--an‘ I‘m er‘ goin‘--mighty fast I reckon.--I know I aint done much ter brag on,--Lord,--but I aint had nary show.--I allus ‘low‘d ter do ye better,--but hit‘s jes‘ kept me scratchin‘--ter do fer me an‘ Dick,--an‘ somehow I aint had time--ter sarve--ye like I ought.--An‘ my man he‘s most ways--no ‘count an‘ triflin‘,--Lord,--‘cepten when he likers up,--an‘ then,--you know how he uses me an‘ Dick.--But Dick, he aint no ways ter blame--fer what his dad an‘ mammy is,--an‘ I ax ye--fair,--o Lord,--take ker o‘ him--fer--Jesus‘ sake--Amen."
"Dick!--O Dick,--whar are ye honey?"
A hollow-cheeked wisp of a boy arose from the dark corner where he had been crouching like a frightened animal, and with cautious steps drew near the bed. Timidly he touched the wasted hand that lay upon the dirty coverlid.
"What ye want, maw?"
The woman hushed her moaning and turned her face, upon which the sha

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