The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 63, January, 1863 by Various
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and hung up their stockings regularly every Christmas eve.
"Twins, Nelly an' me was, oldest of all. When I was bound to old Lowe, it went hard, ef I couldn't scratch together enough for a bit of ribbon-bow or a ring for Nell, come Christmas. She used to sell the old flour-barrels an' rags, an' have her gift all ready by my plate that mornin': never missed. I never hed a sweetheart then." Jinny laid her hand on his knee. "Ye 'r' glad o' that, little woman? Well, well! I didn't care for women, only Ellen. She was the only livin' thing as come near me. I gripped on to her like death, havin' only her. But she--hed more nor me." Jinny knew the story well. "She went away with him?" softly. "Yes, she did. I don't blame her. She was young, unlarned. No man cared for our souls. So, when she loved him well, she thort God spoke to her. So she was tuk from me. She went away." He patted the baby, his skinny hand all shaking. Jinny took it in hers, and, leaning over, stroked his hair. "You've hed hard trouble, to turn it gray like this." "No trouble like that, woman, when he left her." "Left her! An' then she was tired of God, an' of livin', or dyin'. So |
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