"Poor Hugh, we are beggars now," she moaned, refusing at first to listen

to Alice's attempts at consolation.

They told her at last what they had found, proving their words by

occular demonstration, and proposing to her that the story should go no

further until Hugh had been consulted.

"You'll go home with me, of course," the colonel said, "and then we'll

see what must be done."

This seemed the only feasible arrangement, and the family carriage was

brought around to take the ladies to Mosside--the negroes, whose cabins

had not been burned, staying at Spring-Bank to watch the fire, and see

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that it spread no farther. But Alice could not remain in quietness at

Mosside, and early the next morning she rode down to Spring Bank, where

the negroes greeted her with loud cries of welcome, asking her

numberless questions as to what they were to do, and who would go after

"Massah Hugh."

It seemed to be the prevailing opinion that he must come home, and Alice

thought so, too.

"What do you think, Uncle Sam?" she asked, turning to the old man, who

replied: "I thinks a heap of things, and if Miss Ellis comes dis way where so

many can't be listen in', I tella her my mind."

Alice followed him to a respectable distance from the others, and

sitting down upon a chair standing there, waited for Sam to begin.

Twirling his old straw hat awkwardly for a moment, he stammered out: "What for did Massah Hugh jine de army?"

"Because he thought it his duty," was Alice's reply, and Sam continued: "Yes, but dar is anodder reason. 'Scuse me, miss, but I can't keep still

an' see it all agwine wrong. 'Seuse me 'gin, miss, but is you ever gwine

to hev that chap what comed here oncet a sparkin'--Massah Irving, I

means?"

Alice's blue eyes turned inquiringly upon him, as she replied: "Never,

Uncle Sam. I never intended to marry him. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause, miss, when a young gal lets her head lay spang on a fellow's

buzzum, and he a kissin' her, it looks mighty like somethin'. Yes, berry

like;" and in his own way Sam confessed what he had seen more than a

year ago, and told, too, how Hugh had overheard the words of love

breathed by Irving Stanley, imitating, as far as possible, his master's

manner as he turned away, and walked hurriedly down the piazza.

Then he confessed what, in the evening, he had repeated to Hugh, telling

Alice how "poor massah groan, wid face in his hands, and how next day he

went off, never to come back again."

In mute silence, Alice listened to a story which explained much that had

been strange to her before, and as she listened, her resolve was made.




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