The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-09-15

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Tom refused. Legree's answer was a
blow upon Toms chek.
"What?" he roared in his rage. aye
dare tell me We won't, we blasted black
beast?"
"I'll die first" Tom replied, simply
We'll here's pious dog-a saint
a gentleman" sneered Legree. Didn't
We never read in your Bible, Servants
obey your Masters? And amt your
Master? Didn't 1 pay twelve hundred
dollars cash for We, and ART We mine,
body and soul?"
mo, Marse Legree," replied Tom,
through the tears and blood that
coursed down his cheeks. My Soul
amt yours! It's been bought and paid
for by One that is able to keep it. Ye
may kill my body, but We can't harm
my soul"
Now according to the nature of his
kind Legree was superstitious, and
while his hatred increased, he began
to fear in the presence Of his fearless
possession. In Toms presence what
passed for conscience was aroused
within him. Some Of the unspeakable
crimes OF which in bis lustful graft
f1cat1ons, and through his murderous
prey upon him. Dark things had hap
pened in the decayed old mansion in
which Legree dwelt, and in common
with the ignorant blacks by whom he
was surrounded Legree began to have
fears, accentuated by the deIirium of
drink, of impending visitations bv
ghosts. Taking advantage of these
1ears MS one-time mistress, Cassie, a
woman OF subtle powers, herself a
| slave, conspired with Emmallne, an at
tractlve mulatto whom Legree was en-
deaVor1ng to Install in her place, to
destroy his peace Of mind, and ulti-
mately himself by means of wraithful
appearances and weird sounds in the
garnet of the old mansion. Pretending
to escape through the swamps, elud-
/ ing their pursuers, they returned to
the house, and lay hid there for DAYS.
working their sOul-stirring stratagem
upon the worried Legree. Legree at
the head of pursuing party made up
or negroes and blood hounds sought
the missing women in the swamps and
forests by which his isolated planta-
ton was surrounded. but in vain; and
In the rage of failure believing him to
nave been party to the escape, he
turned upon Tom.
Well ye black beast he roared, in
a paroxysm of ballfed rage, I've made
up my mind to kill ye."
Very likely, Marse Legree," replied
Tom, calmly.
UNLESS ye tell me what We know
about these yer gals" said Legree.
Il hain't got nothin' to tell, Marse."
said Tom.
Don't We dare tell me that We don't
know, We old black Christian" cried
! Iegree in angry contempt, striking him
! furiOusly
"Yes-I know, Marse." said Tom
but can't tell anything. I can die"
"Hark We, Tom" roared Legree. in
terrible voice. this time l mean
what | say. I'll conquer We. or I kill
I'VE! III count every drop of blood in
your body till We give up"
"Marse,' said Tom. "if you was
sick, or in trouble, or dyin', and it
would save ye, I'd give We my hearts
blood, and If takin every drop Of blood
IN this poor old body of mine would
save your precious soul, Id give EN-
freely as the Lord gave his for me. Do
the worst ye can. My troubles will
soon be over, but if we don't repent
iyourS won't never end!"
For moment Legree stood aghast
awed into silence by Toms absolutely
fearless reliance upon his faith. but
only for a moment There was one
hesltat1ng pause, and the spirit of evil
within him, defied. rose with seven
fold vehemence. Foaming with rage
he struck his victim to the ground and
gave him over to be flogged to rib
bons.
PAY away until he gives up!"
shouted Legree, as the floggers led
him away.
Two days later George Shelby.
Toms boy-friend from Kentucky. now
grown to manhood, appeared to fulfill
his promise of redemption, but he
came too late. Tom lay dying of his
wounds.
+ I've come to take you home" said
George, tears falling from his eyes as
he bent over his old friend.
Bless the Lord-it's Marse
George!" cried Tom, as he opened his
eyes. bewildered. They haven't for
got me! They haven't forgot me.
Now I shall die content"
At this moment Legree sauntered
in, and looked on carelessly.
THE old Satan!" cried George, in
his Indignation. "It's a comfort to
think the Devil will pay him for this
some of these days"
Hush. Marse George!" said Uncle
Tom. Don't feel so. He amt done
me no real harmony opened the
gates Of Heaven for me-that's all.
The sudden flush Of strength died
away. A sense Of sinking came ove-
him, and he closed his eyes. His
broad chest rose and fell heavily. The
depression Of his face was that of a
lconqueror.
'Who-who shall separate US from
the love of Christi" he whispered in
IA voice that contended with mortal