The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-06-24

gal. Ips high time she was sold. She's no
account here"
Mr. Jackson gave knowing wink at his
gnest, and remarked, ''Womer folks are gin
orally glad enough to have niggers TO wait on
'em; but ever since that gal come into the
house, my old woman's been in desperate
| hurry to have me sell her. But such an arti-
Gle don't lose nothing by waiting awhile
I've some thoughts of taking a tramp to Texas
one Of these days, and reckon prime fancy
article, like that ar, would bring a fust-rate
price in New Oelears."
The subject of his discourse was listening to
what he said; and partly from tremor at the
import of his words, and partly from fear that
she should NOT place the dish of bacon and
eggs to please her mistress, she tipped it in
setting it down, so that some Of the fat was
spilled upon the. table-cloth. Mrs. Jackson
seized her and slapped her hard several times,
on both sides of her head. The frightened
child tried to escape, as. soon as she was re-
leased from her grasp, but, being ordered to
remain and wait upon table, she stood behind
her mistress, carefully suppressing ber sobs,
though unable to keep back the tears that
trickled down her cheeks The traveller was
hungry; but this sight was dampcr upon his
appetite. He was Indignant at seeing such a
timid young creature so roughly handled; but
he dared not give utterance to his emotions.
for fear of increasing the persecution 70 which
she was subjected. Afterwards, when his
host and hostess were absent from the room,
and Louisa was clearing the table, impelled by
feeling of pity, whichhe could not repress,
he laid his hand gently upon her head, and
said, "Poor child % H.. ....-..s ~.
II was simple phrase; but his kindly tones
produced mighty effec' on that suffering lit
tie soul. Her pent-up affections rushed forth
like food when the gates are opened. She
threw herself into his arms, nesting her head
upon his breast, and sobbed out, s.Oh, have
nobody TO love me now!" This outburst of
feeling was so unexpected, that the young man
felt embarrassed, and knew not what to do.--
His aversion to disasreeable scenes amounted
to weakness; and he knew, moreover, that
il his hostess should become aware Of his sym
pathy, her victim would fare all the worse for
it. Still, it was not in his nature to repel the
affection that yearned toward him with so
Overwhelming an impulse. He placed his
hand tenderly on her head, and said, in a
soothing voice, "Be quiet now, my little gir..
| hear somebody coming; and you know your
nistres, expects you to clear the table, q
Mrs. Jackson was in fact appI pIoaching, and
Louisa hastily resumed her duties. Had Mr..
Noble been guilty Of some culpable action, he
could not have felt more desirous TO escape
the observasion of his hostess As soon as
she entered, he took up his hat hastily, and
went out TO ascertain whether his horse had
been duly attended to.
| He saw Louisa no more that night. But as
he lay awake, looking at star that peeped in
upon him through an opening in the log wall,
he thought of her beautiful eyes, when the sun
shone upon them, as she emerged from the
shadows. He wished that his mother and sis.
ter were living, that they might adopt the at.
tractive child. Tten he remembered that she
was a slave, reserved for The New Orleans
market, and that it was no, likely his good
mother could obtain her, if she were alive and
willing 70 undertake the charge Signing, as
he had often done, 10 think how many painful
thirgs there were which he had no power to
remedy, he fell asleep and saw very small
girl dancing with pail of water, while ;
flock of white doves were wheeling round her
The two pictures had mingled on the floating
cloud canvas Of dream-land.
He had paid for his entertainment before 60
Ing to bed, and had signifed his intention to
resume his journey as soon as light dawned
| All was silent inthe house when he went forth
and out of doors nothing was string but a dos
that reused himself 10 bark after him, anf
chanticleer perched on stump to crow. He
was, therefore, surprised to find Louisa at tn,
crib where his horse was feeding. Springing
towards him, she exclafmed,--
sob, you have come! Do buy me, Sir! I
| will be so good! I win do everything yoi
tell me! Oh, ain so unhappy! Do buy me
| Sir ~
He patted her on the head, and looked down
compassionately into the swimming eyes tina,
were fixed SO inploringly upon his.
| buy you, my poor child ?" he REPLIED
| shave no house,--I have nothing for you TO
do.n
My mother showed me how to sew some,
and how TO do some embroidery" she said
coaxingly. 81 will learn to do it better, and
can earn enough to buy something 10 eat. Oh
do buy me. sir! Do take me with you!,
81 cannot do that he replied; s.for rnus
90 another days journey before return t,
Mobie.o
s'Do you live in Mobile?D she exclaimed
eagerly. "My father lived in Mobile Once
| | tried to run away there, bnt they set the
dogs after me. Oh, do take me bark to Mo.
bilep,
What is your name?" said he; sam, In what
part of the city did you live?''
| s.My name is Louisa Duncan; and my faith
er lived at Pine Grove. 1t was such beanti-
full place! and l was so happy there! viii
you take me back to Mobile? Wa YOUR
Evading the question, he sad,
"Your name is Louisa but your father
called you Loo Loo, didn't he ?n
That pet name brought forth passionate