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Oemler, Marie Conway, 1879-1932

"A Woman Named Smith"

Call Witch doctor and make Medicine. Stronger
chief, him come dead one day soon. Maybe bumbye you and me
make some Medicine?" My lips curl'd somewhat. Poor old
Shooba making medicine against the Hyndses. "You go now and
think some. I stay here, and think some, too. Maybe one time
you find medicine. Maybe one time my Snake find."
I went away, smiling sadly. 'T would need strong medicine to
heal me and Shooba!
Now Time pass'd, and they fell to planning for Freeman's
Ball. 'T was to be a Grand affair, and there was Talk of my
Aunt's Frock, and wearing of the Hynds Jewells. And
Richard's Wife was to be Allow'd to wear the Queen's
Emerald.
Came Emily to me in secret, and says she, "Come, Jessamine,
be Friends with me. My Mind is Fix'd you shall Outshine all
the other Ladies. I have the very Frock for you, just new
come from London, a lustrous thing will make you glow &
Sparkle like a Ruby. We shall make it a State Secret,
Jessamine. Not a word shall be breath'd, but you shall burst
upon them all like a Meteor!"
I do admit that ever was something Noble & Generous in
Emily, that something in myself did Honour.


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