'A tall gemman-de swanga gemman--in a big city. De night am dark an' cole--bery cole. Pore little chile am wid him, an' he cole--bery cole; him cloes pore--bery pore. Dey come to a big hous'n--great light in de winders--an' dey gwo in--swanga gemman an' pore chile. A great room dar, wid big fire, an' oh! sweet young missus. She jump up-swanga gemman speak to har, an' show de pore chile. She look sorry like, an' cry; den she frow har arm 'roun' de pore chile; take him to de fire, an' kiss him--kiss him ober an' ober agin.' It was the scene when Kate first saw Frank, on the night of his mother's death. I said nothing, but Joe asked: 'Any more, mudder?' 'Yas. I sees a big city, anoder city, in de daytime. In dark room, upstars, am swanga gemman an' anoder buckra man--he bad buckra man. Buckra angel dar, too, a standin' 'side de swanga gemman, but swanga gemman doan't see har. She look jess like de pore chile. De swanga gemman git up, an' 'pear angry, bery angry, but he keep in. Talk hard to oder buckra man, who shake him head, an' look down. Swanga gemman den walk de room, an' talk fasser yit, but bad buckra man keep shakin' him head. Den swanga gemman stan' right ober de oder buckra man, an' de strong words come inter him froat. Him 'pears gwine to curse de buckra man, but de angel put har han' ober him moufh, an' say suffin' to him. Swanga gemman yeres, dough he doan't see har. Den he say nuffin' more, but gwo right 'way.' It was the scene in Hallet's office, when I told him of his victim's death, and entreated him to provide for, if he did not acknowledge his child. The words which flashed upon my brain, and stayed the curse which rose to my lips, were those of the dying girl: 'Leave him to GOD!' 'Go on. Tell me what she _said_,' I exclaimed. 'Mudder doan't _yere_; she only see de pictur ob what hab been. Listen!' said Joe; and the old woman again spoke: 'I sees a big city--de fuss city, an' great hous'n--de fuss hous'n. De young missus am dar, wid de pore chile, an' a little chile dat look jess like she do; an' dar'm anoder bery little chile dar, too. Dey'm upstars in a room, wid a bed an' a candle burnin'. Dey'm gwine to bed. Young missus kneel down wid de two chil'ren, an' pray. An' side de pore chile, an' kneelin' down wid har arm roun' him neck, am de buckra angel. She pray, too. Swanga gemman in anoder room yere dem aprayin', an' he come an' look. He say nuffin', but he stan' dar, an' de big tear run down him cheek. De time come back to him when _he_ wus a little chile, an' he pray like dem. He doan't pray 'nuff now!' It was the last night I had passed at home. A feeling of indescribable awe crept over me, and I rose halfway from my seat. 'Sit still, sar,' said Joe, almost forcing me back into the chair. 'You'll break de power.' 'You know the past, old woman,' I exclaimed. 'Tell me the future!' 'Hush!' she replied, with an imperious tone. 'Dey'm comin'.'