The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1866-10-04

UIArllutI nDWtNcIf " VIII hiaNt NNig
little difference for me, as ! have a
house Of my own at c., where all
my ladies' board"
This was the first time Mr. Martinez
had said anything in relation TO bis
affairs. His kind and tender care'for
the ladies in his employ pleased Gena.
She was fast learning TO admire Mr..
M.
About half an hours ride brought
them TO Maple Cottage, which was
quite a distance from the station.
Gcna was very tired-hence noticed
not the route, as the carriage eased the
fatigue Of car travelling. The night
was so dark and cloudy that she could
not see where she was, nor admire the
lovely and picturesque appearance OF
Maple Cottage.
But the elegantly furnished parlors.
80 brilliantly lighted, and the general
appearance Of what she saw Of the
place, delighted Gena.
Dinah was in attendance, looking as
one Of her own slaves. A small table
was spread for their tea, with viands
savory and palatable enough for the
most fastidious epicure.
Surrounded with things 50 familiar
and pleasing to Gena, made her forget
her WEAKNESS She cheerfully drank
her tea, innocently chatting with Mr..
. At length she said:
"Mr. Morse, how many ladies are in
your family? p
"You are the only one at present"
said he. looking into her face to read
the effect of his words.
"Indeed. i shall have time to be
come acquainted with Mrs. Morse"
answered Gena, smiling.
81 fear that will be impossible, as !
have no wife," said Mr.. M.
"Then you are n single man," said
Gena, looking somewhat surprised.
"Am 10 be thought less of on that
account ?" asked Mr. M.
Certainly not" replied Gena, but
l was thinking how sorry am that
Lucy is not with me-" she said eva
sively.
"Are you afraid to remain here with
me tonight :" he asked
"No, ! am not afraid. / know that
God will protect me wherever i am
The angel of the Lord encampeth
round about them that fear Him, and
delivereth them, repeated Gena.
Mr.. Martinez made no direct reply to
this remark, but, after a moments 81
lence, he quietly said
81 trust, Miss Josephine, that you
will not get lonesome.
81 shall not have time for that in
dulgeuce," said she, laughing. 81
have many pieces to study, and then /
have my wardrobe to repair; it has
been sadly neglected since Lucy was
obliged to leave the care of it to me-"
Dinah brought in the candles, Civ
ing one to Mr. NJ. and keeping the
other in her hand, standing erect like
some statue. She was well-bred
servant, and evidently understood her
master.
"Dinah," said Mr.. NJ, ''you will
show Miss Josephine to her room, and
remain with her till she bids you re-
tire"
eyes, SIR answered Dinah, making
a courtesy.
Gena kindly babe Mr.. M. good
night, and followed Dinah up stairs
When Gena entered her room, her
delight was great. She could scarcely
control her surprise and admiration.
Everything she saw reminded her of
her dear Southern home. Dinah as
sisted her in disrobing. The old ne
gro immoderately loved Gena, and Sc
cretly vowed to help her in every way
she could and yet her cOwardly dispo-
sitlOn kept her from then warning
Gena of the danger which she knew
would assail her. Still she did not
altogether keep secret her thoughts
she would occasionally mutter half
broken sentences, to which Gena paid
no attention. She had been accus-
toned all her life to negroes, and was
used to their many odd ways.
When Dinah removed her CATERS
she did notice that the old woman
said, in low but sad tone:
poor little feet how you'd run if
We knowed your dangerr'
whats that, Dinah2 Am l in
dangerY asked Gena, somewhat sur
prised.
"Oh, no, bless We honey, Is only |
telling oh some poetry / knowed |
when Is a chile. But you is sweet
lady, and l pray to de good Lord that
lie watch over you all dis night"
After Dinah left the room, Gena,
arrayed in her night-robe, threw her
self upon the sofa. Her new and
elegant home had dispelled all her
fatigue. She gazed lovingly upon
each article, allowing fancy to carry
her to the home she had left, and to
the presence of that father so devoutly
loved. In a soft, melancholy tone,
Gena gave utterance to her thoughts
Yes, this room puts me in mind of
my own at Right Bower; shall l ever
forget the dear old plantation, and
then my dear father how many
thousand times have thought of you
Why, why, did you cease TO love me
l could no longer stay in the house