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"Bress your soul, sah," said Ephum, his face falling perceptibly, "bress your soul, sah, Miss Jinny's done gone to Halcyondale, in Kaintuck, to see her grandma. Ole Ephum ain't de same nigger when she's away." The young Captain's face showed as much disappointment as the darkey's. "Cuss it!" said he, strongly, "if that ain't too bad!
"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 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.
"Mistah Ephum Prescott?" he said. "Yes," answered Ephraim, "that's me." Cynthia shut the door and gave him the roll, but Ephraim took it as though he were afraid of its contents. "Guess it's some of them war records from Amasy," he said. "Oh, Cousin Eph," exclaimed Cynthia, excitedly, "why don't you open it? If you don't I will."
"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.
His boat is a Federal transport, and he is in Yankee pay." Ephum took a step forward, appealingly, "But de Cap'n's yo' friend, Marse Comyn. He ain't never fo'get what you done fo' him, Marse Comyn. He ain't in de army, suh." "And I am the Captain's friend, Ephum," answered the Colonel, quietly. "But I will not ask aid from any man employed by the Yankee Government.
Uncle Ben had come in from the kitchen; Jackson was there, and the women were a wailing bunch in the corner by the sideboard. Old Ephum, impassive, and Ned stood together. Virginia's eye rested upon them, and the light of love and affection was in it. She went to the window. Yes, carriages were indeed rattling outside, though a sharp shower was falling.
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.
"'No, suh, I didn't intend to shoot. Not if he had gone off straight. But he wriggled and twisted like a rattlesnake, and I just couldn't resist, suh. Then I sent m'nigger Ephum to tell him not to let me catch sight of him 'round the Planters' House. Yes, suh, that's what he was. One of these damned Yankees who come South and go into nigger-deals and politics." Mr.
The straight figure of the Colonel towered above the sofa while he waited. A full minute passed. Once Judge Whipple's bony hand opened and shut, and once his features worked. Then, without warning, he sat up. "Colonel," said he, "I reckon I wouldn't be much use to Abe if I took that. But if you'll send Ephum after, cup of coffee " Mr. Carvel set the glass down.
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