Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1859-05-07
81 Want 10 feel Free. .

ST Want TO feel Free" fs
Mrs. Stowe, in her story of the Minister'S
Wooing, thus sketches the feeling Of the slave
in regard to personal freedom
L assure you, sir said Mr.. Marvyn, "if
speak, it is not to excuse myself. But
am quite sure my servants do not desire IL
berty, and would not take it IL it were Of
fered.'
Call them in and try it, said the doctor.
{ If they refuse it, it is their own matter
There was a general movement 10 the
group at the directness of this personal ap-
plication; but Mr.. Maryyn replied, calmly:
Cato is mp at the eight acre lot, but yon
may call in Candace. My dear, call CAM
dace, aud let the doctor put the question to
her.
Candace was at this moment sitting be.
fore the ample FIRE place in the kitchen, with
two iron kettles before her, nestled each in
its bed of hickory Goals, which cleaned out
from their white ashes like sleepy, red eyes,
opening and shutting. In cne was coffee,
which she was burning aud stirring yigor-
ously with a pudding stick, aud in the 9TH
er puffy doughnuts, in the shapes of rings,
and marvellous twists, which Csrdace had
such special proclivty for making, that
Mrs. Marvyn's tables and closets never
knew an internisson of their presence.
'Candace. the doctor wishes to see you,5
said Mrs MaIvyn.
'Bress his heart said Candace, looking
up, perplexed. Wants to see me, does he ?
Can't nobody hab me till yer cofee's done;
q minnits a minnit 10 coffee; but Pl be IN
directly she added, in patronizing tone.
'Missis, you jes' go long in, an I'll be dar
direckly' +,
A few moments after, Candace Joined the
group in the sitting room, having hastily
| tied clean white apron over her Insey
working dress, and donned the brilliant
Madras which James had lately given her;
aud which she had barbaric fashion of ar
ranging so as to give her head the sir Of
gigantic butterfly. She sunk a dutiful cur
tesy, and stood twirling her thumbs, while
the doctor surveyed her gravely.
'Candace,' said he, do you think it right
that the black race should be slaves to the
white p
The face and air Of Candace presented q
curious picture at this moment; sort of
rude sense of delicacy embarrassed her, and
she turned deprecating look, first on Mrs.
Marvyn and then on her MASTER
Don't mind u.s. Candace,' said Mrs
Marvyn; tell the doctor the exact truth
Candace stood still moment, and the
spectator saw a deeper shadow roll over her
sable face, like cloud over a dark pool OF
water, aud her immense person heayed with
her labored breathing.
Eff must speak, l must, said She
Y f,I, % ..lE
Gineral Washington was here, hearn 'em
read de Declaration OBJ Independence aud
Bill O. Rights; an l tole Cato den, says /,
IF dat ar true, you an are as free as
anybody 1t stands to reason. Why, look
at me. I'n't critter Pse neidder hutEs nor
horns. Ise o reasonable bein', Ia woman,--
asmucb woman as anybody, she said. hold
ing up her head with an air as majestic as
palm tree; AN Cato,-he's man, bora
free an equal, eff dar's any truth in what
you read-dat's ALL
But, Candace, you've always been con-
tented and happy with as, have you mott"
said Mr. Marvyn.
YES, Mass'r, hsn't got muffin to com
plain ob 10 dat matter. ] couldn't hab no
better friends n you an Missis la
Would you like your liberty, II you
could get it, thought said Mr. Msrvyn.
Answer me honestly
Why, to be sure / should Who
wouldn't? Mind ye,' she said earnestly
raising her black, heavy hand. .'tan't dat
| want 60 go oil, or want to shirk work.
but want TO feel fres. Dem dat isn't frea
has nufRn to glib TO nobody; dey can't show
what dey would do
We'll, Candace. from this day you ara
free' said Mr.. Maryyn solemnly.
Candace covered her face with both her
fat hands, and shook aud ttembled, and, CO.
ally. throwing her apron over her head,
made desperate rush for the door. aud
threw herself down in the kitchen 10 q per-
feet tropical torrent Of tears and sobs.
You see,' said the doctor, what free
dom is to every human creature. The bless
ing Of the Lord viii be on this deed, Mr.
Marvyn. The steps Of just man are or
dered by the Lord, and he delighteth IN
his way''
AT this moment. Candace re-appeaFod Il
the door, her butterfly turban somewhat
disarrapged by the violence Of her prosiFa-
! tiOn. giving whimsical air 70 her porlly
person.
Il waat ye all to know, she said, with
q clearlugsnp sunR dat Il Is mY viii IN
pleasure 70 20 right on doin' ny work ias
the same; an Missls. please. III alIefs pul
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