The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-29
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"Oh, really l .v,. , nuuw, Joel don't know," the soft voice trembling, the hands clasped. "I feel so different about it at some times than I do at others. I try to make myself realize that it is a duty and that I am un- grateful not to yield to the wish of my people. Then occasionally he is so nice to me that l feel ashamed not to treat him better. But now, now when 1t comes to a final decision and I know my whole future depends upon what do, I experience a positive aversion for Calvert Dunn. I cannot express it rightly, but possess no real confidence in the man; he doesn't seem true to me or manly. Besides, feel as if was being sold, as if my choice had nothing whatever to do with the mat ter. Choice! l, have been given no choice. They treat me like child; they simply tell me do not know my own mind; that, they are the better judges as to my future happiness But am the one who will have to live with him, Joe, and put up with his tan trums, and he has tantrums; I already know him well enough for that And haven't soul to turn to, only you. I am all alone"
 sYe pore little gal,' and the old ne gros hand was unconsciously stroking her ruffled hair "I shore wish could help you, Miss Jean; shore does. honey. But yo' pa an Massa George aw pow'ful hand men to deal wid when dey once git deir minds sot Dey would jist about skin dis nigger alive if he kicked up any muss. I suttinly don't t'ink dat Massa Calvert was anywhere near good 'nough for ye, Miss Jean, an no more does Diana. But don't pretend to set up my judg- ment agin yo' pa an Massa George, honey. Was Massa Calvert comin' over we're tonight?' ' 2
 "Yes. There is some early move ment contemplated, and that has com pelled them to force this matter. He has secured leave for thirty-six hours, just long enough to be married and carry me across the mountains to Fairview."
 "Den we're really a-goin'. Miss JeanY'
 ''Yes. Joe; I'm going. There is no choice left me. General Johnston's chaplain is waiting there in the house now, and Calvert is expected as soon as it is dark. I've got to marry Cal vert Dunn" Her voice choked, her handclasp tightening "And-and, Joe, l know I'll he miserable, for I believe he is cowardly brute It has been little things that have so prejudiced me against him. Look how he dashed you across the face with his riding whip; how he shot that poor dog be- cause it failed to retrieve to his liking: how he sneered at me for binding up the poor things wounds. What real man would insist on girls marrying him when he knows she would almost give her life to escapeg
 "Doee Massa Calvert know datr'
 '1 tel him plainly enough, and he only laughed. He said I was a child and didn't know my own mind; then he endeavored to frighten me. Father and George both think so highly of him they will not hear a word spoken against him. I simply had to talk with some one, Joe, and let out my heart That's why came out here to you. tell you, all the slaves in the south are not black, and I reckon it's just as hard to be born free and then sold as any other way. I might have learned to like him if he had only come to me as q man should. But, no, he ignored me entirely and appealed to papa and George, telling them of the danger I was in here and of how valu- able the two estates would be if joined