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No not from my own brother, who is in a Pennsylvania regiments." Ephum shuffled out, and his heart was lead as he closed the store that night. Mr. Hopper has boarded a Fifth Street car, which jangles on with many halts until it comes to Bremen, a German settlement in the north of the city. At Bremen great droves of mules fill the street, and crowd the entrances of the sale stables there.
He was so prosperous and important that he could scarce spare a moment to answer Stephen, who went away wondering whether he had been wise to choose the law. On Monday, when Stephen called at Carvel & Company's, Eliphalet was too busy to see him. But Ephum, who went out to Glencoe every night with orders, told him that the "Jedge was wuss, suh." On Wednesday, there being little change, Mrs.
"Marse Comyn, you know what I done promise young MISS long time ago, befo' befo' she done left us?" "Yes, Ephum." He saw the faithful old negro but dimly. Faintly he heard the pleading voice. "Marse Comyn, won' you give Ephum a pass down, river, ter fotch Cap'n Lige?" "Ephum," said the Colonel, sadly, "I had a letter from the Captain yesterday. He is at Cairo.
Ephum turned the corner of the street, the perspiration running on his black face. "Miss Jinny, dey ain't no carridges to be had in this town. No'm, not for fifty dollars." This was the occasion for another groan from the negroes, and they began once more to beseech her not to leave them.
It is to be doubted if that somewhat easy-going gentleman, Colonel Carvel, realized the full importance of Eliphalet to Carvel & Company. Mr. Hood had been superseded. Ephum still opened the store in the mornings, but Mr. Hopper was within the ground-glass office before the place was warm, and through warerooms and shipping rooms, rubbing his hands, to see if any were late.
Ephum was called and told to lead the recruit to the presence of Mr. Hood, the manager. And he spent the remainder of a hot day checking invoices in the shipping entrance on Second Street. It is not our place here to chronicle Eliphalet's faults. Whatever he may have been, he was not lazy.
"Ephum" cried the Colonel, diving toward a counter where glasses were set out, a custom new to Eliphalet, "Ephum, some of that very particular Colonel Crittenden sent me over from Kentucky last week." An old darkey, with hair as white as the Colonel's, appeared from behind the partition.
"Gord! I knowed it!" he cried, suddenly rising upright, and, with beaming face, stretching both arms toward the door. "Dyah dee come! Now watch 'em smile. All y'all jes stand back. Heah de one you lookin' for. Marster Mymy heah's Little Ephum!" And with a smile on his face he sank back into his son's arms.
I heah Ephum say Aunt Dinah tell him de ole house whar used to be on de hill whar dat gret oak-tree is in de pines bu'nt down de year he wuz born, an' he ole marster had to live in de overseer house, an' hit break he heart, an' dee teck all he niggers, an' dat's de way he come to blongst to we all; but dat ole man ain' know nuttin 'bout dat house, 'cause hit bu'nt down.
And it seemed to him that he had heard a rumor, amongst the clerks in the store; that she was to marry him one day. "Where is Uncle Comyn?" demanded Mr. Colfax, swinging his cane with impatience. Virgina looked hard at Mr. Hopper. "I don't know," she said. "Ephum!" shouted Mr. Colfax. "Ephum! Easters where the deuce is that good-for-nothing husband of yours?" "I dunno, Marse Clarence.
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