The Princeton union., 1899-05-11
THE PRINCETON UNION: THURsDAY NAY III, 1899,

He heard me, and the mists seemed
dispelled from his brain as by magic.
A look Of surprised intelligence came
to his face. s
You Dorr Jewett? little Dorr?
Bless me, how you have grown! I'm
not often glad to see anyone but my
child, in these days; but am glad to
see you. Is your father well?''
'Why, he died, sir, more than year
ago. wrote to you about it."
II never read letters now-nor pa
pers-nor books. Not now. Yet do
remember nice letter you wrote me
once, years ago, before 4
The change that came over that woe
full face terrified me. 1t was literally
black with rage, with fury, called up
by, his own speech. ,5
eyes, SIR hastened to say, ''and
you answered it so kindly
"Did I? That is we'll; / am glad to
hear it. So you've come to look up a
wretched and lonely old man like me,
have you, because was kind to you?
Do you know, my boy, I don't think
there's another man in Louisiana, or
out of it, could soften me the way you
have. I'm going to have you stay here,
now you've come. Oh, yes, I do re.
member now all about the time I went
to Boston, and back among the hills
where l was born, and how I found
you and poor Amos out in the fields
and ate your good mothers mush and
milk .,
His face seemed recreated. 1t &C
tually wore a gentle smile.
''But it was long ago, and life has
been hard and cruel with me since, and
I had forgotten all these pleasant
things. Why, boy, it seems to me as il
you'd come to me from another world
He took my hand in his own thin
hand. -..-.-.
you'll stay with me, Dorr Jewett
won't you?" >.~ -.
believe the tears came to my eyes
at the question. It was asked in a
voice which was the ghost of that
hearty, resonant tone that had long
sounded in my dreams. l told him
that would stay awhile.
Railways, Dorr; want you with me-
I remember, now, I asked you long
ago to come. am rich, my boy; I've
got money, and plantations, and slaves
but haven't any friends. Well, who
would I be kind to, if it wasn't tc
Amos Jewett and his boy? o! Amos
was my chun; he'd wrestle with me
and throw me; but he'd fight any boy
that tried to put upon me. I want
somebody to talk to; my girl can't al
ways be with me. LIE Fevre is good
fellow, but he's never happy unless
he's driving the niggers round. He
shall show you the plantation wher
you've rested - to-morrow-yes, that
will be time enough. When you want
to go to New Orleans he shall go with
you; never stir off the place. You'll
see how the cane grows old cane
and the new cane. LIE Fevre says he's
got more than a hundred acres now
planted. He'll show you the suga,
mill, and maybe he can figure up what
the crop will be this year. Good black
soil this, Dorr. This is better thar
planting corn in the cracks of the
rocks up north, eh? No, you won'r
talk about going away, Dorr Jewett.
So he rambled on, a wreck Of minc
as well as body, continually striving
to struggle out of the gloom in which
he was involved, and to reach back
ward to familiar faces and scenes.
A burst of melody shook the air; {
clear, pure voice, singing merry
French song. Mr.. Bostock raised hi:
head, and new intelligence gave mo
mentary luster to his eyes.
"Ah, that's Coralie!'' he said. "Yo,
shall see Coralie. Here she comes"