Annie stayed a spell with the family who took her in first out of the cold and the darkness.
The man of the house, and the woman, too, wuz relations on the soul side to the good old Samaritan mentioned in Skripter. They did well by her.
But little Rob never got over the effects of the cruel blow, and the fall on the hard floor, and the awful journey through the coldness of the midnight escape. They all sort o’ underminded his little constitution, and he wuz took sick a bed.
And bein’ too tired out and hardly dealt with here on earth, he wuz promoted up to that higher home, where we may be sure that his True Father, the Helper of all the oppressed and burdened, accepted him right into His great heart of Love, and wuz good to the little, patient soul.
Wall, Annie couldn’t tell me much about that time, when she had to let the child, a part of her own life, go out of her arms, and she wuz left alone—alone amongst strangers, helpless, despairin’, and poor.
No, she couldn’t talk much about it, not in words, but I understood the language of her tremblin’ lips and her fallin’ tears.
Wall, when little Rob wuz laid away under the dead grasses and the bare shade trees of that little country church-yard, Annie couldn’t stay long in the house where he had been and now wuz not.
His little figger hanted every room, and her agonized Remembrance wuz a-walkin’ up and down with her. So she heard of a place in Jonesville where mebby she could git work, and she come there.
But lately news had come to her that her husband and B. I. L. wuz huntin’ for her.
Ellick really and truly loved his wife and child, so it wuz spozed, and hunted for Love’s and Anxiety’s sakes.