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"He's a lovely man, isn't he, Aunt Laura?" said Graciella. "He is a gentleman," replied her aunt, with a pensive look at her young niece. "Of the old school," piped Mrs. Treadwell. "And Philip is a sweet child," said Miss Laura. "A chip of the old block," added Mrs. Treadwell. "I remember " "Yes, mother, you can tell me when I've shut up the house," interrupted Miss Laura.
Treadwells'. Caroline opened the door. Mrs. Treadwell, she said, was lying down. Miss Graciella had gone over to a neighbour's, but would soon return. Miss Laura was paying a call, but would not be long. Would the colonel wait? No, he said, he would take a walk, and come back later.
"I must be going," said the colonel, who came to the door. "I had almost forgotten Phil, and it is long past his bedtime." Miss Laura went to wake up Phil, who had fallen asleep after supper. He was still rubbing his eyes when the lady led him out. "Wake up, Phil," said the colonel. "It's time to be going. Tell the ladies good night." Graciella came running up the walk.
"Take care of my cotton press, Graciella; I'll come in to-morrow evening and work on it some more. I'll bring some cotton along to try it with." "You'll probably find some excuse you always do." "Don't you want me to come?" he asked with a trace of resentment. "I can stay away, if you don't." "Oh, you come so often that I I suppose I'd miss you, if you didn't!
Laura will tell you the rest." Graciella was tearfully indignant. "It was a shame!" she declared. "Peter was a good old nigger, and it wouldn't have done anybody any harm to leave him there. I'd rather be buried beside old Peter than near any of the poor white trash that dug him up so there! I'm so sorry you're going away; but I hope, sometime," she added stoutly, "to see you in New York!
"It was a mistake," he faltered, "and I shall discharge the overseer who did it." "You had better shoot him," returned the doctor. "He has no soul and what is worse, no discrimination." Dudley gave orders that Viney should receive the best of care. Next day he found, behind the clock, where she had laid it, the letter which Ben Dudley, many years after, had read to Graciella on Mrs.
So Graciella sat down and wrote him a long letter. She knew very well that the one thing that would do him most good would be the announcement of her Aunt Laura's engagement to Colonel French. There was no way to bring this about, except by first securing her aunt's permission. This would make necessary a frank confession, to which, after an effort, she nerved herself.
After a while a couple of very young ladies, friends of Graciella, dropped in. They were introduced to the colonel, who found that he had known their fathers, or their mothers, or their grandfathers, or their grandmothers, and that many of them were more or less distantly related.
For this self-restraint, whatever had been its motive, she now reaped her reward. The announcement of her aunt's engagement would account for the colonel's attentions to Graciella as a mere courtesy to a young relative of his affianced. With regard to Ben, Graciella was quite uneasy.
He shuddered to think that he might lose her, and then, the day after the irrevocable vows had been taken, the treasure might come to light, and all their life be spent in vain regrets. Graciella was skeptical about the lost money. Even Mrs.
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