The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1858-07-29

reused himself to bark after ham, aDd
chanticleer perched on a stump TO crow
He was, therefore surprised to find Lou.
lse at the crib where his horse IS feed
ing. Springing toward him, she ex.
claimed,-
ooh, you have come. Do buy me, Sir
[ will be so good? | will do everything
you tell me! Oh, l am so unhappy! Dc
buy me. Sir"
He patted her on the head, and looked
down compassionatelg into the swimming
eyes that were fixed SO imploringly upon
his.
"Buy you, my poor cl.ild?" he replied,
II have no house, have nothing for
you to do"
"My mother showed me how to sew
some and how to do some embroidery,
she said coaxingly. Il will learn to do it
better, and | can earn enough to buy
something to eat. Oh, do buy me, Sir !!
Do take me with you'll"
q cannot do that" he repried "for |
must 90 another days journey before |
return to Mobile"
"Do you live in Mobile?" she exclaim-
ed, eagerly. "My father lived in Mobile.
Once | tried to runaway there, but they
set the dogs after me. Oh, do carry me
back to Mobile!"
"What IS your name?" said he; "and
in what part Of the city did you live?
"My name is Louise Duncan; and my
father lived at Pine Grove 1t was such
a beautiful place! and | was SO happy
there Will you take me back to Mo-
bile? Will you?"
Evading the question, he said
"Your name is Louise, but your father
called you Loo Loo, didn't he 2"
That pet name brought forth a passion
ate outburst of tears. Her voice choked
and choked again, as she sobDed OUT
Nobody has ever called me Loo Loo
since my father died"
He soothed her with gentle words, and
she looking up earnestly, as if stirred by
a sudden thought, exclaimed,-
"How did you know my father called
me Loo Loo z"
He smiled as he answered, "Then you
don't remember young man who ran af-
ter you one day, when you were playing
with little white dog at Pine Grove ?
and how your father called to you, Come
here, Loo Loo, and see the gentleman ?''
81 don't remember it," she replied ;
"but | remember how my father used to
laugh at me about it long afterward. He
said was very young to have gentlemen
running after me-"
II am that gentleman" he said.
"When first looked at you, thought |
had seen you before and now see plain
ly that you are Loo Loo"
That name was associated with so many
tender memories, that she seemed to hear
her fathers voice once more. She nest
led close to her new friend, and repeated
in most persuasive tones, "You will buy
me? Won't yOu?"
"And you1 mother? What has become
Of herr" he asked.
"She died of yellow fever, two days be-
fore my father. | am all alone Nobody
cares for me. You will buy me,--won't
you"
"But tell me how you came here, my
poor child" he said.
She answered, Il don't know. After
my father died, great many folks came
to the house, and they sold everything.
They said my father was uncle to Mr.
Jackson, and that belonged to him.
But Mrs. Jackson won't let me call Mr.
Duncan my father. She says if she ever
hears of my calling him so again, she'll
whip me. Do let me be your daughter
You will buy me, won't you?"
Overcome by her entreaties, and by tho
pleading expression of those beautiful,
eyes, he said. DWELL, little teaser, viii
, see whether Mr.. Jackson will sell you tc
me. If he will, | will send for you before
long"
ooh, don't send for me !" she exclaim.
ed, moving her hands up and down with
nervous rapidity. "Come yourself, and
come soon. They'll carry me to New Or
leans, If you don't come for me-"
"Well, well, child, be quiet. If I car
buy you, l will come tor you myself
Meanwhile be good girl l won't forget
: you
!, He stopped down, and sealed the prom
!. ise with kiss on her forehead. AS he
raised his head, he became aware that
Bill, the horse-boy, was peeping in at the
door, with broad grin upon his black
face. He understood the meaning Of
that grin, and it seemed like an ugly imr
driving away troop Of fairies. He wa;
about to speak angrily, but checked him.
self with the reflection, "They will al
think So Black or white, they will al
+ think 80. But what can | do? | must
save this child from the fate that awaits
her." To Bill he merely said that he