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"You may take your choice," said Arthur Daleman, Jr., sure of his ground. "What choice?" asked Foresta, alarmed by the man's tone of assurance. "It is this way. Negro servants are not up to what they used to be. They are getting squeamish, and you have to be so careful how you speak to them or they will leave you. We are kept always on the lookout for a servant girl."
Thus year after year, from one cause or another, the conditions have become more favourable for the disease to do its fatal work. That much of this harm has been done quite lately can often be proved. At Caulonia, for instance, the woodlands are known to have reached the shore a hundred years ago, and there are bare tracts of land still bearing the name of "foresta."
When Bud Harper and Foresta, on the night following their elopement, returned to Almaville, Bud took Foresta by her home to break the news to her mother, leaving her at the gate, while he went to his home to tell his mother. Finding a corpse in his house and noting the terror that his appearance seemed to inspire, Bud left and ran back to Foresta's home. In the meantime Mrs.
Crump knew how much Foresta's heart had always been set on a fine wedding, and she knew that Foresta was making that sacrifice for her sake. "My sweet Foresta, you have been such a dear child God will reward you," said Mrs. Crump, burying her head on Foresta's shoulder. "This is not what I had planned for my darling; but God knows what's best. His will be done."
At the appointed hour Bud Harper was standing at Foresta's gate. Foresta soon joined him and they took a train for a nearby town where they were made man and wife. In the meantime some awful things were happening at the Daleman residence.
There were many who did thus establish themselves, and Ford Crump would have been such a one but for the following chain of circumstances, to which account you may give heed while waiting on Foresta to feel self-possessed enough to approach her father. Soon after the Civil War Mr. Arthur Daleman came to Almaville and entered business.
She threw herself on his shoulder and the two now gave way to their feelings for the first time. "We have one consolation, Bud. They can't destroy our love for one another, can they?" said Foresta. Bud was too full of sorrow at the plight of the wife of his bosom to reply. A deep groan of anguish escaped his lips. He leaned back against the log, Foresta still clinging to his neck.
"The jealous knave," said he. "Ever since we bought this farm he has had a dislike for me and I have been expecting trouble from him." "Yes, Bud; but we must stay out of trouble. A colored man hasn't a dog's show in this part of the world." Bud sat down on a stump and Foresta dropped at his feet. "Let's stay away from home to-night. We have had trouble enough, Bud," said Foresta pleadingly.
Come after me when you get ready! but Fores' shall never work for you." "Take your choice," said Arthur Daleman, Jr., and walked from the room. Foresta tore herself from her mother's arms and rushed out of the room after him. "Mister! Wait!" she called. "Don't do anything to mama. I'll come and do the work faithfully," said Foresta trying to smile.
Tiara, Foresta and Foresta's mother had heard the shooting and formed an awe-struck group, fearing that something had happened and yet hoping against hope. Ensal's sad countenance told them that their worst fears were realized. "Henry is dead, mama," moaned Foresta, as she threw her arms about her frail mama's neck. "He is dead, mama; let's go home," wailed Foresta again.
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