The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-07-22

/" Isn't it good coffee?n asked Emily, depre-
catingly
Its dish-water - he exclaimed can't
write sermons on that You must talk to Be-
linda
The talking" into which Emily threw a
good deal of severity rather irritated Belinda,
and she turned away, mutterlng that =" it she
didn't suit folks, they might suit themselves
"A few mornings later, tea came on the table
in place of coffee--an wnheard-of innovation
in the pastors system of dietetics Emily
went from the table into the kitchen, quite
angry
Why didn't you make coffee this morning,
Belinda
Hadn't none, ma'am," answered Belinda,
bluntly.
why didn't you get it, then? Haven't |
ordered you Arrays to have coffee for Mr..
foung's breakfast
No answer.
Il would have you to know that am accus-
toned to be obeped by SERVANTS :"
Belndas arms flew up from the dough she
was kneading at this word, and all the color
in her plump body flew into her cheeks and
forehead if one might Judge by appearances.
And I'd have YOU to know, ma am, that |
amt nobOdy'S servant nor slave! leastways
| y0urn! Eve spoke it. and | wont take back :
You and don't suit, nohow, and you may get
somebody you can suit Thank forum I've no
casiOn to go out to sarvicel"
Emily was thunderstruck by this bolt of
temper, She had presence of mind enough
to say nothing, however, but walked back into
the breaktast-room, where she burst into fit
of crying that frightened her husband. He
| sprang from his chair toSask her the cause
but before she had half finished sobbing out
her narrative, he stalked into the kitchen with
his eyebrows in knot, and simply and sternly
| ordered the culprt to leave the h0use!0
Sartin, sir, Pm going belinda began
but the lightning in his glance shlvered the
rest OF the sentence on her lips. She dropped
her head and walked off
at is more my fault than yours, Emily,
said Mr.. Young trying to comfort his still
sobbing wife. ." ought to have told you tina
Northern girls will not bear the name of ser
want
But she is my servant said Emily indig
nantly she bound herself to serve me- 70
so much what else should call herln
swell, they make distinction. The fac
is-hem you know negroes are called ser
wants among your people; and our free-bOrI
independent Yankees will not even seem t,
take rank with-slaves"
If they were half as good, exclaimed Emf
| ly, they might set up above them as they do
Free, indeed and it is the mistress who il t,
be the slave here She quivered again will
IA passion of sobs.
No, Emily My iirst--I-that is, in on
family we have never had any trouble will
them, and have always lived comfortably an,
happily 1t is all in management Never fear
you will soon learn our Yankee ways DON
you think you could get few hints from Mrs
Johnson or Mrs Ray on the subject -
Mr.. Young asked this in the simplicity o.
his heart. Emily, whose womanly tact ON tina
point was quicker than his judgment, stopped
weeping and lifted her eyes to his to SCI
whether he was really in earnest. Then brush
ing back the long light dishevelled locks from
her temples with both hands she stood up ant
said in the pride Of n princess
Il hope my husband does not think ! an
quite ignorant enough to be taught by my pa
rishoncrs
No, no. Emmy said he, caressing her
you know what meant. But you are right
as you always are see how it would work
You shall take nobody's advice but your owl
Cheer up, my bird ~
TO BE CONCLUDED IN OUR NEXT.