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The portraits generally represent him as a monkey-faced person, with a handkerchief about his head." "This," said Mr. Garie, "gives me an idea of the man that accords with his actions." Thus speaking, he continued looking at the picture for a short time, and then took his departure, after requesting Mr. Walters to call upon him at an early opportunity. Mr. Garie's Neighbour.
Ellis, as the door closed upon Mr. Walters. "I wonder what on earth can induce them to move on here. Their place, I am told, is a perfect paradise. In old Colonel Garie's time it was said to be the finest in Georgia. I wonder if he really intends to live here permanently?" "I can't say, my dear," replied Mrs. Ellis; "I am as much in the dark as you are."
Stevens, with an assured look. "I am the first cousin of Mr. Garie!" "You his first cousin? it is impossible!" said Walters. "You'll discover it is not only possible, but true I am, as I said, Mr. Garie's first cousin!" "If you are that, you are more," said Walters, fiercely "you're his murderer!" At this charge Mr. Stevens turned deathly pale.
In a few moments he returned, prepared to start, and was speedily driven to Winter-street. He found a group of people gathered before the gate, gazing into the house. "The place has been attacked," said he, as he walked towards the front door picking his way amidst fragments of furniture, straw, and broken glass. At the entrance of the house he was met by Mr. Balch, Mr. Garie's lawyer.
Trouble in the Ellis Family. Since the receipt of Mr. Garie's letter, Mrs. Ellis and Caddy had been busily engaged in putting the house in a state of preparation for their reception. Caddy, whilst superintending its decoration, felt herself in Elysium.
She had always received from him marked kindness and respect, and upon the arrival of Mr. Garie's visitors, there was none she received with as much pleasure. Quickly mixing the drink, she carried it into the room where he and her husband were sitting.
We must now introduce our readers into the back parlour of the house belonging to Mr. Garie's next-door neighbour, Mr. Thomas Stevens. We find this gentleman standing at a window that overlooked his garden, enjoying a fragrant Havannah.
Garie was, however, obliged to refuse his request, as he said, that it was impossible that the place could get on without him. An overseer being at last procured, whose appearance and manners betokened a better heart than that of any who had yet applied for the situation, and who was also highly-recommended for skill and honesty; nothing now remained to prevent Mr. Garie's early departure.
Garie's cellar, and shouting and screaming like so many fiends. Mrs. Garie and the children lay crouching with terror in the wood-house, listening to the ruffians as they went through the yard cursing her and her husband and uttering the direst threats of what they would do should she fall into their hands.
They were soon in all the bustle and confusion consequent on preparing for a long journey. When Mr. Garie's determination to remove became known, great consternation prevailed on the plantation, and dismal forebodings were entertained by the slaves as to the result upon themselves.
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