The diamond drill., 1921-07-16

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siavery which not only destroyed the
souls OF the oppressed. but debnsed
the character OF the oppressors. fnal-
" died Heart-brpkm over his loss
st. Che found comfort only In the
companonship OF the equally heart
broken Tom. and one day In a sud-
dem surge OF gratitude he promised
the old man his freedom. but the light
OF Joy that shone IN Toms face when
he heard the promise disconnected
him.
! you haven't had such a bad time
here that you should be so glad to
leave me-" he said sadly.
Tafn't leavin' ye. Marse st. Clare
said Tom. 'it's bein' free that I'm
a-joyfn' In"
But II was not to be. The easy
gning nature OF st. Clare caused him
to delay Toms emancipation papers.
and one night trying to separate two
drunken brawlers intent upon killing
each other st. Clare was himself stab
bed to death; and In the settlement
on his estate Tom once more found
himself at the auction-block.
Enter now one Simon Legree, a mas
ter OF far different type from shelby
and st. Chre. A brute, and a drunk
ard. A beast whose glance was an In
suit to womanhood. A fiend who
prided himself upon his infiexible bru-
tality. and with british satisfaction
showed to all who would look. his
knuckles calloused with the blows he
had inflicted upon the helpless To
him by virtue Of length Of purse fell
Tom who now tasted the trngic dregs
OF the cup Of slavery. The manifest
contrast between his own Grass bru-
tality and the highrminded character
OF hts chattel aroused the envious
wrnth Of his new owner. who en-
02yored by every wicked expedient
pcssibie to break Toms spirit and his
omitHrable faith In divine guidance,
TIL de arst.. Tpm replied. simply
Wen, here's a pfouS dos--a saint
gentleman" sneered Legree.
-Dfdmt ye ever read In your Bible.
Servants obey your Masters? And amt
| your Master? Didn't pay twelve
hundred dollars cash for ye, and
amt We mine. body and soul?"
mo. Marse Legree," replied Tom,
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 10 keep
It ye may kill my body. but ye can't
harm my soul"
Now. according TO the nature OF his
Kind Legree was superstitious, and
While his hatred increased, he began
20 fear In the presence OF his fearless
In Toms presence what
PASSED for conscience was aroused
within him. Some OF the unspeakable
'rtrnes OF which IN his iustful gratlfl.
'ations, and through his mnrderous
Instincts. he had been guilty begnn
% prey upon him. Dark things had
In the decayed old mansion
d which Legree dwelt. and I'm com
non with the ignorant blacks by whom
10 was surrounded Legree began TO
ave fears. accentuated by the deliri.
I'm OF drink, OF impending vlsitations
y ghosts. Taking advantage OF these
ears. his one-time mistress, Cassie, a 4
voman OF subtle powers. herself a
lave, conspired with Emmaline, an
ttractive mulatto whom Legree was
ndeavoring TO install In her place. 10
estroy his pence OF mind, and ultl-
iately himself by means OF wraithfui
ppearances and weird sounds Ia the
arret OF the old mansion. Pretending
escape through the swamps. eludlng
heir pursuers, they returned TO the
ouse and lay hid there for days.
'orking their soul-stirring strataeem
pom the worried Legree. Legree at
ie head OF pursuing party made up
negroes and blood hounds sought
le missing women IN the swamps and
,rests by which his isolated pianta-
on was surrounded. but In vain; ana
the rage OF failure. believing him
} have been party TO the escape, he
Irned upon Tom.
"Well. ye black beast" he roared.
a paroxysm OF hafiied rage, "Pve
ade up my mind 60 kin ye."
"Yery likely, Mnrse Legree." replied
ON, calmly.
Unless We tell me what ye know
,out these yer gals" said Legree..
II hain't got nothIn' to tell. Marse."
ia Tom.
"Don't ye dare tell me that We don't
low, yc old black Christian" cried
egree Ia angry contempt. striking
IN furiously.
'les--I know. Marse." said Tom.
ut can't tell anything. ! can die"
"Hark We. Tom" roared Legree, In
terrible voice. "This time l mean
hat ] say. I'll conquer ye. or I'll
II yel I'll count every drop Of bloo1
your body TIL you give up."
"Marse." said Tom, III you was
*, or iD trouble. or dyin'. and it
,ud save ye, IA give We my hearts
Sod. and II takln' every drop OF