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Updated: June 29, 2025
The young man mounted quickly, grasped the kind hands held out to him, and then rode away into the darkness. He went softly at first, but when he reached the end of the avenue at a speed which indicated his terror and his mental suffering. Cassie and Plato watched him until he became an indistinguishable black spot upon the prairie; then they turned wearily towards the cabins.
Then she said: "Very well." Cassandra opened the little gate which led into the tiny fruit and vegetable garden. There was a narrow path, bordered on each side with a box-hedge, down which the girls walked. Presently Cassandra slipped her arm round Ruth's waist. "You knew, of course," she said, "how much I love you." "You are awfully good to me, Cassie."
Your father, dear madam, the late Harold Carter Madison, left an illegitimate daughter by a woman whom he loved for many years, an octaroon named Cassandra Lee. Before his death he gave poor Cassie a certain sum of money, and made her promise to leave Washington and never return. She came here and devoted the few remaining years of her life to the care of her child.
"What does that matter, Flo, when those you love are in danger?" "Those you love in danger, Cassie! What do you mean now?" "I mean just what I say. I am decidedly fond of little Ruth Craven. She is placed in a hard position, but she is so clever and so pretty that she could do anything. Well, I am certain that Ruth won't betray her companions."
Others took their place small feet, running. It was the miller's wee Cassie, and she called out as she ran by. "Old Barney's watchin' for ye. Ye'll not be forgettin' him, will ye, Teig?" And then the child broke into a song, sweet and clear, as she passed down the road: "Listen all ye, 'tis the Feast o' St. Stephen, Mind that ye keep it, this holy even.
But Patsy Ann never complained; she was quite willing to be all that she had been until such time as Isaac and Dora, Cassie and little John should be old enough to care for themselves, and also to lighten some of her domestic burdens. She had never reckoned upon any other manner of release. In fact her youthful mind was not able to contemplate the possibility of any other manner of change.
Gideon had certainly triumphed, and when a little boy baby came to Cassie two or three days later, she named him Gideon in honor of the great Hebrew warrior whose story had so wrought upon her. All the plantation knew the spiritual significance of the name, and from the day of his birth the child was as one set apart to a holy mission on earth.
Molly momentarily eyed the ceiling. "Benny, did you ever read Uncle Tom's Cabin?" "Yes, I have," answered Ben, but it has been too long ago to remember very much of its contents. "Why? Everybody should read that book it seems to me; read and read again Cassie's story of her love for the man who after promising to protect and defend her, sneaked away and sold her. Cassie was almost white.
It was beautifully decorated in pale green and silver, and often Vicky Van would have a "surprise supper," at which the favors or entertainers would be well worth waiting for. Having greeted many whom I knew, I looked about for further speech with my hostess. "She's upstairs in the music room," said Cassie Weldon, seeing and interpreting my questing glance.
"But I don't want you to, Cassie," he said. "You're talking like a baby. What's the good of waiting when I am never coming back?"
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