The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-02-10

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voice aMr. Deblc will DO a. he sees
best. Go back to your cabin imme-
dialely, and don't expect me to inter
fere = and kept the resolute expires.
sion upon her counleuanoe until Ralph
was qpite out of sight, when she drew
forth handkerchief, wiped tear or
two rom her dark eye, and dispatch
ell A message for the oyerseer. What
PISSED at that interview was never
known, but when Mr.. Doble emerged
from the house he had changed bis
mind about having Ralph whipped on
the morrow.
When the morrow came there was
no Ralph 10 be found 70 fog or 10 for
give. In the middle of the stormy
night, with his few garments and
some pieces Of oat-cake in a bundle
on his shoulder, he had left the plan
tation behind him, and was now hid
ing in wood or swamp, like some wild
animal who hears the hunter on his
track. lie would have remained free
but a short time had the oyerseer been
allowed his own way, but there Miss
I Priscilla was firm, No, no. She
said. "Look for him and find him II
! you can, but am a woman, and ]
can't have my niggers hunted with
dogs--it's too barbarous.' And Eze-
kiel snothered his wrath as best he
might in his mistress's presence, 10
vent it on his unfortunate interiors
when out Of sight. Ralph was not
found after three long days search,
nor were there any tidings when a
week bad passed. Those who joined
in the search had overshot the mark.
Ralph still lurked close by home in a
sort Of cave, amongst the woods, afraid
to leave its shadow. The oat.cake
was all gone, and the few nuts and
acorns which he could find were all
he had in the shape Of food. He was
very miserable both ii mind and body,
but he never thought Of going back
to be ruled over by Ezekiel. Sooner
than that he would have starved to
death.
Once, from his rocky hiding-placc,
Ralph saw Miss Wilhelmina eanter
through the woods on her little black
horse, going from her own dwelling
towards that Of Miss Pr;scila's, and
then, though he was a black man and
slave, he covered his face with his
knotted hands, and cried like a child.
"Young Miss Wil' was the personi-
fication of perfection in bis eyes
She had given him a bright silk hand
kerchief on Christmas she had tied
up his cut finger, and given him jelly
for his sore throat. He remembered
her little toddling baby, learning to
walk, and now he could noteyen speak
to her. cole missus was good, toe"
he thought. Only for that Marsa
Doble, / nebber would have run away
from ole missus and Miss Will" And
he peered after her as she vanished
among the shadows, her black plumes
fluttering, her cheek flushed, and her
raven hair blown back from her pure
brow--a spectacle Of beauty seldom
secn il those old woods.
Will was going on visit Of concilia-
ton TO her aant-partly because she
really loved her and partly because
she wanted to ask q favor Of her
The greatest party that had been Civ
en- in the nefghborhood for years was
about 10 take place, and sundry jewels
in the possession Of Miss Priscilla
were The desire Of black-eyed Wits
girlish heart There was no mean
ness in the idea, but rather A sort Of
childish confidence in the auni's good
nature. "She always was good-na-
tured, dear old soul, she said to her
self, "and how | can have kept away
from her so long, really don't know"
Truth to say, the reconciliation was
an easy one, and as they sat together
over their tea, win profered her re-
quest.
"Aunty," she said. ewill you lend
me your diamonds to wear to Col. G.'s
fo-reorrsvv ="