Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1864-02-24
re mAaKEr.womAN OF SAN DemiN,

One bright morning in May Of 1857,
stood chafering in the public square, be-
fore our hotel in San Domingo, using the
little spanish knew, with an old uegress,
who was using all the Americana she
knew to sell me six beautiful oranges.
when | was startled by hearing some one,
10 good round English say:
"Good morning, madam"
replied. Good morning" and turned
10 zoe who had spoken So pleasantly -for
che voice and the familiar words in that
strange place stirred me with emotion.
"This is sweet morning. madam"
at is, indeed. and made all the more
pleasant by meeting one with whom | can
exchange familiar words. May ask
where you learned to speak them" Fl
! put this question because there was
unmistakable evidence on the woman's
face that European and African bloods
were mingled in her veins. She was tall,
symmetrical. almost white, with hair
glossy, and wavy, and black as (not ra-
ven's wing) but as the diamonds of a coal
mine. just brought to light and flashing
the hues Of the rainbow in the sun. Un-
like those about her, her head was uutur.
baned. and her hair was gorgeous. sF
There was strange wild look in her
piercing eye, and something in her face
that made one shudder. What was it?
Before had time to answer this ques-
ton to my own mind. she replied to TIE
frst as to her native land.
ain the United States, madam, |
learned it."
Gay. that is my country" and l held
cut my hand for friendly recognition.
"And where do you live in the States?'
Gin the city of Baltimore. was born
there. and brought to this island when |
was nine years old, with the colony that
came in 1924"
She had solved the MYSTERY. 1t was
the blending Of youth and mid age. and a
record Of wrong written in every line of
her still youthful and beautiful face. that
gave that look.
Noticing my puzzled expression, she
asked,
do you know of Baltimore?"
40, yes"
"Do you?" she said. eagerly. May
be you would not like to tell me about
Daltimore?'
She lifted her eyes pleadingly.
20, yes" replied, would like to tell
you all know about the great city,"
81 have never seen any one to ask since
I left there" was her response. But what
Of Baltimore 2"
| told her Of its growth in wealth and
power, its monuments and public works,
its great railroads. etc.
She heard me quietly to the end. and
then, with disappointed look. she said
"Not that. not that VIII you be an,
cry if | ask you about something else 2"
On my signifying that certainly
would not, she dropped her tall head till
the CLASSY waves Of ner hair almost touch
cd my cheek, and Kissed rather thar
whispered these terrible words:
"When lived in Baltimore they used
to sell people like me. My mother wal
my masters child. and was his daugh
ter. My mother angered him and h,
sold henry beautiful mother-to worl
in the rice swamps of Georgia., and sen
me here to pine alone Are they doiu!
that thing now?"
Doing that thing now" replied
"just as they did then"
She raised herself erect, her dark eye
flashed like Tightening, and lifting he
hands above her head in an attitude o
supplication, she cried out. as if pierce'
to the soul:
20 God 0 God Doing that wick
ednes1 all these years! Why dost Tho,
not send war, and plague, and famine
and smite the wickedness of that peopl
till not one stone shall be left upon anoth
erl 0 God, doing that wickedness al
these years.
Her cry drew upon her hundred eyes
Some one stepped between us--and 'whe
turned to look, the market woman va