New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-09-12

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hardened to my husbands vices. had learned to
endure without complaint my ruined life But
only because my friends my kindred. ig
norant OF the depths Of my misery, might not
endure their scorn-or pity. 1 went downstairs
slowly. very slowly. Then I saw my husbands
face. and knew what new scourge he had
brought for me.
Put back your VEIL Lola he said Let my
old wife the superior beauty Of my one!
She's mistress here now. Charlotte. See 10 it
that you and the other servants do her bid
dngT"
Poor Lola meant harm, but she loved her
master, and sought to please him by houting
me-and 1. at first. was angry. She sat in my
place at table. she-ah, well! it's all over now.
Before the year was out Philip born
Philip. meaning "a lover Of horses He was TO
be bred a groom. Handsome. said to look like
his father he was by him spoiled and beaten in
turn Sorry for the child I gave him only kind
words taught him to read. strove to teach him
to control his temper that he might escape his
fathers whip. He called his mother nanny
but me always Tbonne nlaman! Because Of the
child, Lola learned TO love me.
zone day when he eight years old. there
was an awful scene-I dream Of it sometinaesI
Philip was to be whipped. To add 70 the pun
isbment, Lola, a mere house servant for many
years now. was called TO the library to witness
t. She hated her master-as she only could
hate. Forced 10 watch him as he punished
her boy-crueIly with devilish pleasure-to see
Philip grow white and weak from pain. yet
scorn 10 ask for quarter-the hatred in her heart
rose TO her brain and drove her mad. She
rushed upon her master. tore the child from
him. then. gripping him by the throat. she
strove to kill him, Poor LolaI She did not
succeed! She was put to work in the fields
TTn ~-fara
TO me. sometimes-but never asked for his
mother!
My husband proud Of the boys looks. Of the
progress he made at schooI-he apt
schoIar-swore he should pass as our SON.
threat only but he kept Philip abroad until ne
was nineteen He would be twenty in six
months. I remember. Mon Dieu! IT seems but
yesterday-and more than twenty-one years
ago! 1t was Just before the war. There was no
one on the plantation who knew Philip when he
returned. Poor Lola had been again sent TO
live at the quarters, because OF her sons com
ing. She was forbidden TO seek him, TO speak
to him. But one night-her master was away
she came. 1t was late. Philip alone in the IL
brary. reading Thank God 1 did not hear his
cruel words disowniug. repulsing her; but later
I heard moaning outside my door. Poor soul.
she had sought help Of me, but had fallen at
my threshold. She was very i'll Philip found
many excuses for his heartless behavior was
his mother; his father had promised it should be
So Never. so help him God would he acknowl-
edge to any one the faint in his blood! He was
obdurate. Things went smoothly enough for
some months but Philip and his father were
too much auke-twO devils breed flames,
They QUarrelled one evening In the morning
Philip was whipped publicly at the whipping
post Lola brought, among the others, To
witness her sons disgrace. II maddened her
as such a sight had years before. and again she
flung herself in her frantic passion. upon the
man who had wronsed her Then her punish
ment followed She was beaten-ah. I wonder
1 did not die Of my impotence and my despair!
l. who stood BY. and might not save! She died
that night in my arms Then. in spite Of the
threats of those on guard, made my way 70
Philip Ii was the night after He was being
starved into submission 4 took him food. and
he-he made plan. consented. 1 did wrong.
God has punished me. I brought him clothes,
q knife--a re.o.ver. 1 seved my jewels into the
lining Of my dress AZ midnight. Two nights
after LoIa's death we ran away"
Ito be cOutinuedl