The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-07-14
A STORY OF SEVENTY -SIN.


Dustin wild temper"
Amnmbled response Of abuse and
curses ran through the kitchen aud
launlries, IN which crowd Of slaves,
some IF whom wore a livery Of brown
and gold. were lounging or at work.
Madam Shaw was noted as one OF the
best hOusekeepers and hardest mis-
| treSses in Philadelphia Her children
and slaves treated her with the sub
soryient Difference which Our grand
mothers required Of their dependents;
but human nature inwardly was just
the same in 1776 as it is now, how
ever different the garb OF manner.
Bob, whom Cato bad thought fit TO
warn Of coming danger. was the only
white servant in the kitchen, a tall,
lank lad Of twenty, dressed in long.
coarse wooden shirt, knee-breeches and
leather apron His face, now covered
With CRIME, was delicately cut, the
| features high and marked: his hight
brown hair and blue eyes offered
marked contrast to the others ser,
| wants. who Woro jet black, importa-
| tInns for the most part from the Bar
BADGES or Barbary coast
Lazy a. they were. Bob was lazipr.
| PAM understood horses, Cassins was
/ the most skilled pastry cook in town;
even Cato was a shrewd errand boy
But the white slave Bob was appa-
| rently intelligent. skillfui, or shrewd
ahout nothing He dragged his long,
lean body . AMI frt from kitchen to
stable. seldom raising his miserable,
gloomy face. and no matter what his
work. whether he swept the stalls.
grubbed weeds, or, as now, polished
the great andirOns, he moved like An
antomaton which badly needed wind
ing up.
Faunce, the black major domo, had
months ago made sort of under
drudge Of the boy, finding he was
good for nothing else.
rhe kitchens of the rulers Of the
piOyiace were filled at that time with
;.- many Of these white slaves a.
blacks, aud usually they proved to be
the industrious servants. Every ship
brought crowds Of paupers from Eng
land OF the PalatInate. The ships
captain, on their arrival fastened
them under the hatchways and an,
cuJred ont iii the river, until the citi
lnn7 came and bought them for IS
long a time as wOnld pay for their
passage. Csnallly the term was for
sayen years, bur when the owners
we're sharpers and the slaves iguo
rant, the bondage lasted for life
Bob, who had been bought by the
Shaws few months ago, avoided not
only the black slaves, bat the white
re- iemptorists in the same condition
as himself
A few moments after Cato's an
uounccment the door was thrown
open and Faunce appeared III the
corridor without, gorgeous IN scarlet
coat, wig an3 rutllas at his breast,
l~herinG. with profound bows, Mad
am Shaw into the kitchen. Her
white hair was pntied and rolled III a
high pyramid.
She stood on the sanded floor, her
black eyes glancing here and there,
hawkllkp
She did not scold, like modern
vixen Her voice was toned with
grave decorum, but her grammar was
faulty. her language was coarse and
Ter words cut hike stabs of a knife.
The lad whom they called Bob watch
ell her steadily, while the blacks skunk
| away cowed 1t was the first time
that the mistress had met her slave
face to face, and for moment she
| fancied that he criticized her as an
equal.
OF what use is that fellow,
Faunce' she said, pointing to him
with her fan
Not great deal, Madam Shaw"
hcsitated Faunce, who was "a kindly
fellow. He's not used to work, Bat
he's lahnin', he's lahnin'"
the lady looked at the drudge
Something III his eye told her that he
measured her vulgarity and cruelty,
and that her wealth and rank counted
for nothing with him. Her thin
cheens Redeemed
Put him in livery turning to
! Faunce Il shall drive out to Gov
eruor penu's at Lansdown to morrow.
to look at the foXchase. This fellow
| tau run VIII Iut tDHS.
She tnrned into the dairy, where a
black girl in a gaudy Madras turban.
was compounding syllabubs and iced
| punches for the MONDAY dinner. when
the white lad stood before her. There
was Ii sudden cessation of sound In
the kitchens: every black face was
turned aghast on the slave who dared
to speak, uncalled, to his mistress.
Madam" he cried, with wild
gesture of supplication, Il cannot run
with your dogs, | cannot wear the
livery. | am willing to work in the
stable or kitchen, but not that not
that"
Madam Shaw's black eyes con
tracted and glittered dangerously.
why can You not wear the livery of
my slaves. pray" she asked calmly.
Because | am no slave. My blood
Is as good as your own, and | deserve
to be treated like a man and not like
monkey 1t is my right of birth
The lady smiled contemptuCusly
"A run away London prentice. | pre-
sumo
Ont of capacious pocket. which
hung b., her side, she drew a note
book and pencil and scribbled a few
words on a leaf, tore it off, and gave
il to him
"Ion need not wear my livery to
day, 1ou viii carry this to the town
officer at the market on High Street
and he will give you something which
viii better suit your back
The boy looked at her moment
and then held out his hand for the
note. His knees literally shook uu
der him. 1t WAS an order for thirty
lashes at the town whipping post He
had been in the settlement Ions
enough to know how savage was tin.
puhlic punishment. and knew. too
how ineNogahle his mistress was in in