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

" Isn't it good coffee" asked Emily, depre-
catingly.
+" It's 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, muttering, that il she
didn't suit folks they might suit themselves"
"A few mornings later, tea came on the table
in place of coffec-an unheard-of innovation
in the pastors system of dietetcs Emily
went from the table into the kitchen, quite
angry.
why didn't you make coffee this morning,
Belinda
hadn't none, ma'am,p answered Belinda,
bluntly.
why didn't you get it, then Haven't
ordered you Gi,cays to have coffee for Mr..
YOung's breakfast
No answer.
Il would have you to know that am accus-
toned to be Obeyed By servants -
Belinda's 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 Id have you to know, ma'am that
| amt nO6odyS Serrdm nor sLGue leastways
| yorn, 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 20 out To sarvce!"
Emily was thunderstruck by this bolt of
temper She had presence of mind enough
to say nothing however, but walked back into
| the breakfast-room, where she burst into "A 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 culprit to leave the house,"
Sartin, Sir, Pm going Belinda began /,
but the lightning in his glance shivered the
rest of the sentence on her lips She dropped
her head, and walked off
1t is more my fault than yours, Emily, y
said MIR. Young, trying to comfort his still
sobbing wife. ought to have told you that
Northern girls will not bear the name of SER
vantn
But she is my servant, said Emily, indig
nantly "She bound herself to serve me, fol
80 much what else should call her :"
DWELL, they make distinction. The fact
is-hem You know negroes are called ser.
wants among your people and our free-borr
independent Yankees will not even seem to
take rank wth-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 tC
be the slave here" She quivered again with
passion of sobs.
"No, Emily. My irst-I-that is, in ouI
family we have never had any trouble with
them, and have always lived comfortably and
happily 1t is all in management Never fear
you will soon learn our Yankee ways Don't
you think you could get few hints from Mrs
Johnson or Mrs. Ray on the subject -
Mr.. Young asked this in the simplicity OF
his heart. Emily, whose womanly tact on thai
point was quicker than his judgment stopped
weeping, and lifted her eyes to his to SET
whether he was really in earnest. Then brush
ing back the long light, dshevelled locks from
her temples with both hands she stood up, anC
said, in the pride of q princess
i IL hope my husband does not think an
quite Ignorant enough to be taught by my pa
rishioners
"No, no, Emmy said he, caressing her
you know what meant. But you are right
~ you always are see how it would work
You shall take nobody's advice but your OWL
Cheer up, my Bird"
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