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In a few moments he heard a heavy footstep outside the rear window. This was his opportunity. Re-entering the parlor somewhat ostentatiously, he confronted a tall negro girl who was passing through the room carrying a tiny slipper in her hand. "Excuse me," he said politely, "but I could not find any one to announce me. Is Miss Dows at home?" The girl instantly whipped the slipper behind her.
"You remember my speaking to you of Dumont?" he said hesitatingly, "Miss Dows' French cousin, you know? Well he's coming here: he's got property here those three houses opposite the Court House. From what I hear, he's come over with a lot of new-fangled French ideas on the nigger question rot about equality and fraternity, don't you know and the highest education and highest offices for them.
"It's the TRUTH," said Miss Reed gravely. "Those who try to be anything more to Sally Dows lose their luck." "That is are rejected by her. Is she really so relentless?" continued Courtland gayly. "I mean that they lose their luck in everything. Something is sure to happen. And SHE can't help it either." "Is this a Sibylline warning, Miss Reed?" "No. It's nigger superstition.
For this reason, possibly, the young girl did not seek her aunt in the bedroom, the dining-room, or the business-room, where Miss Miranda frequently assisted Captain Dows in the fatuous and prejudiced mismanagement of the house and property, nor in any of the vacant guest-rooms, which, in their early wreck of latter-day mahogany and rosewood, seemed to have been unoccupied for ages, but went directly to her own room.
"And yo' think I ought to have accepted him?" she said slowly. "No! but you know you told me" he began hurriedly. But she had already risen, and was shaking out the folds of her dress. "We're not talking BUSINESS co'nnle and business was my only excuse for coming here, and taking Sophy's place. I'll send her in to yo', now." "But, Miss Dows! Miss Sally!"
Your friend, Miss Sally Dows although not quite in my way of thinking has never attempted THAT." "I am fully aware that Miss Dows possesses diplomatic accomplishments and graces that I cannot lay claim to," returned Courtland bitterly. The doctor lifted his eyebrows slightly and changed the subject. When he had gone, Courtland called for writing materials.
The officer picked it up with a strange feeling perhaps because he was conscious himself of wearing a similar one, perhaps because it might give him some clue to the man's identity. It contained only the photograph of a pretty girl, a tendril of fair hair, and the word "Sally." In the breast-pocket was a sealed letter with the inscription, "For Miss Sally Dows.
We quitted the ship together about 9 o'clock, and pulled straight to the shore, sounding all the way as we went, and gradually shoaling our water from six to two fathoms, within a quarter of a mile of the beach, where four large dows lay at anchor, ranged in a line, with their heads seaward, each of them mounting several pieces of cannon, and being full of men.
He was already in a side pew, his eyes dreamily fixed on the prayer-book ledge before him, when there was a rustle at the church door, and a thrill of curiosity and admiration passed over the expectant congregation. It was the entrance of the Dows party, Miss Sally well to the fore. She was in her new clothes, the latest fashion in Louisville, the latest but two in Paris and New York.
The negro remained standing gloomily but respectfully by the window. "Cato, do you know anything of Mr. Dumont Miss Dows' cousin?" The negro's white teeth suddenly flashed in the lamplight. "Ya! ha! I reckon, sah." "Then he's a great friend of your people?" "I don't know about dat, sah. But he's a pow'ful enemy of de Reeds and de Higbees!" "On account of his views, of course?"
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