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	“I married a good man. Œiess there was never a better. We lived happily together for a long time and he gave me everythixig I needed. He

save rae and my children whatever we asked for0

	nI was sick t~or three years. Then my husband took down and was sick for seven years before he died.

	ni be1on~ to the Holiness Church down on Izurd Street, and Brother Jeeter is my pastor.“







[NTßRIßIER‘ S CO~1ENT

	Betty Johnson‘s memory is accurate, and she tells whatever she wisheß to tell without hesitation and clearly. $he leaves out details which she does not wish to mention evidently, and there is a reserve in her manner which makes questioning beyond a certain point impertinent. ~ However, just what she tells presents a picture into which the details may easily be fitted.

	Her husband is dead, but he was evidently of the same type she is. She lives in a beautiful and well kept cottage. Her husband left a similar house for each of her three children. The husband, of course, was colored. It is equally evident that the father was white.

	A1thou~h my questions traveled into corners where they evidently did not wish to follow, the mother and son, who was from time to time with her, answered courteously and showed no irritation.