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Updated: June 14, 2025
"It seems pleasant to see a home face. But how do you happen to be up here at this time? Did Mr. Rich send you?" "Then you have not heard " began Andy. "Heard what?" "That I have been discharged from your store." "When did this happen?" asked the jeweler, abruptly. "About two weeks ago." "Rich never wrote me about it. Who is in your place?" "John Crandall." "His nephew? The boy I discharged?"
In 1834, on September 9th, just as the family was retiring for the night, a body of men with iron bars surrounded the house, and simultaneously beat in the windows and doors. This shameful outrage was more than they could endure. Prudence Crandall was driven at last to close her interesting school and send her pupils home.
Under this act Miss Crandall was arrested and imprisoned, being confined to a cell which had just been vacated by a murderer.
As Simon Rich did not see fit to introduce him he did not speak. When Rich went out to lunch John Crandall accompanied him. "Don't you think there is any chance of my getting back, Uncle Simon?" asked John. "Not at present. That boy you saw seems to have the inside track with Mr. Flint." "What sort of a boy is he?" "He's too fresh. I don't like him." "What made Mr. Flint take him on?"
In Ohio, John Randolph's freedmen were prevented by the populace from colonizing the tract which his executors had bought for them in Mercer County and had to be scattered elsewhere in the state; in Connecticut the citizens of New Haven resolved in a public meeting in 1831 that a projected college for negroes in that place would not be tolerated, and shortly afterward the townsmen of Canterbury broke up the school which Prudence Crandall attempted to establish there for colored girls.
I am in a real estate office, and I think there is more chance for me to rise." "How did you obtain the position?" "Through Mrs. Mason, of West Fifty-sixth Street. She has been a very good friend to me. The gentleman who employs me is her brother." "I shall be sorry to lose you, Andy, but I wish you to consult your own interest. As to John Crandall, I shall discharge him at once.
P. Crandall Crane, but now, alas! her friend no longer, but that lady's deadliest foe. But to 'begin at the beginning: "Some months ago Mrs. Crane made the acquaintance of some new people, whom she hastened to describe and present to her dearest friend. One of them was a young gentleman, of fair, effeminate beauty and manners, and extreme youth.
Very good, said the Head, he would attend to it. "Well, I'm awf'ly sorry," said Crandall guiltily. "I don't think I told 'em anything they oughtn't to hear. Don't let them get into trouble on my account." "Tck!" the Head answered, with the ghost of a wink. "It isn't the boys that make trouble; it's the masters.
Makimmon!" she cried; "there's just no one we'd rather see than you. Step right out, and Alexander'll take your horse. He's only at the back of the house.... Alec!" she called; "Alec, what do you suppose? here's Mr. Makimmon." Alexander Crandall quickly appeared, in a hide apron covered with curlings of wood.
"Overcome by such magnanimity, I fainted upon his bosom. After that my dreams were haunted by gory battle-fields, in which P. Crandall figured in every imaginable scene of suffering and danger.
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