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Humphries, "I will attend to it this evening; in the meantime do you remain here and go with me to the cabin and see if the child is your Mistress'." Elsy curtsied as she enquired, "Shall I tell my Master 'bout dis, sah?" "No, no," replied the Doctor, "he must know nothing about it until I have arranged everything for his wife and removed her from prison.
No; Elsy is good enough for me, and I'm not very badly off, and begin to fancy I would like some better sort of welcome in the evening than what a cranky old brute of a hutkeeper can give me. So I think I shall bring her home." "I wish you well, Matt," said Sam; "I hope you are not going to leave us though." "No fear, sir; Major Buckley is too good a master for that!"
"It was your ole slave what libs in de cabin, up town," answered Elsy. "And how did she learn anything about Mrs. Wentworth?" enquired Dr. Humphries. "My Mistis went dere wid her chil'en, sah, and her little daughter died in de ole woman's cabin." "Good God!" exclaimed the Doctor, "and how was it that I have heard nothing about it until now?"
"I must tell my master," said Elsy, "so dat he can go and take her out ob prison. It am a shame dat a lady like dat should be locked up in a prison, and Mr. Wentworth will soon take her out." "You better not say anyting to your master about it, yet," observed the old woman. "See de Doctor and tell him; he will know what to do, and den he can tell de gemman all about it a'terwards."
"Yes, gal," replied the old woman, "I got a leetle boy at my cabin dat was lef dar by him mammy, and I want de boss to take him away and put him in a better place den my room." "What chile is it, Auntie?" enquired Elsy.
"Why, gal, I bury her next mornin," replied the old woman, "and de leetle boy bin stayin wid me eber since; but I don't want to keep him, for dis nigger hab no right to hab white chile a keepin to herself." "You better see de Doctor, den," Elsy observed. "When he come in I will tell him dat you want to see him patickler."
"I knew well," said Gelfrat, "when Gunther crossed with his followers, that Hagen's insolence would do us some hurt. Now he shall not escape us. His death shall pay for the boatman's." Gelfrat and Hagen couched their lances to thrust above their shields. Deadly was their hate. Elsy and Dankwart met gallantly, and proven on each other was their might. They strove grimly.
"'You may blanket this horse now, the colonel says to me. "When the ginny gets back, Colonel King pours the benzine on the tooth-brush 'n' goes to work on the off-forefoot. It ain't long till it's nice 'n' white again. "'That is most remarkable! says Elsy, who's watchin' the colonel. "'In my opinion, Mr. Tuttle, says the colonel, 'the only remarkable feature of this affair is yourself.
"I could not tell you that," Harry answered, "but of one thing you may be certain, she is not in New Orleans." "How do you know that?" he asked. "Dr. Humphries purchased a negro girl the day before I returned; she gave her name as Elsy, and said she was belonging to Mr. Alfred Wentworth, of New Orleans.
The auctioneer responded by handing the doctor a small hand bill setting forth the sale. After reading it he walked up to the slave and commenced to question her. "What is your name?" he enquired. "Elsy, sir," she replied. "You say that you come from New Orleans," he continued. "Yes, sir," she responded. "What was your master's name?" asked the doctor. "His name is Mr.
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