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The next morning, before he arose, Hesden Le Moyne heard the neigh of his old war-horse, and, springing from his bed, he ran out and found him hitched at his gate. A note was tied with a blue ribbon to his jetty forelock. He removed it, and read: "I return your noble horse with many thanks for the long loan. May I hope that he will be known henceforth only as Midnight?
They would look to her for guidance and counsel. She would not fail them. She did not once think of danger, nor did she dream that by doing as she proposed she was severing herself entirely from the pleasant life at the fine old country seat which had been so eventful. She did, indeed, think of Hesden. She always thought of him of late.
"One of them died a year or two afterward was never well after that night and the other is here, alive and well, with a queer seam down the middle of his face," said Hesden. "Died, yer say?" said Nimbus. "Wal, I'se right sorry, but he lived a heap longer nor Bre'er 'Liab would, ef I hadn't come in jest about dat time." "Yes, indeed," said Eliab, as he extended his hand to his old friend.
"Please, Marse Hesden, does yer know ennyt'ing what's a come ob ob my Sally an' de chillen. It's been a powerful time sence I seed 'em, Marse Hesden. I 'llow ter send fer 'em jest ez quick ez I find whar dey is, an' gits de money, yer know." "They are all right, Berry. You may come to my room in half an hour, and we will tell you all about them," answered Hesden.
She ran her eyes quickly along the line of strange faces, until they fell upon the sheriff, by whom stood Hesden Le Moyne. She rode straight to them and said, "Oh, Mr. Sheriff " Then she broke down, and dropping the rein on her horse's neck, she pressed her handkerchief to her face and wept. Her slight frame shook with sobs. The men looked at her with surprise and pity.
Hesden himself, though he went abroad but little, saw that his friends had grown cool and that his enemies had greatly multiplied.
"I have no doubt they are interesting if Cousin Hetty brings them," said Hesden; "but you will please excuse me now, as I have matters of more importance to attend to." He bowed, and would have passed out, but the good lady cried out almost with a shriek, "But Hesden! Hesden! Hetty says that that that they say you are a a Radical!"
But nowhere did the conduct of Hesden cause more intense or conflicting feelings than at Mulberry Hill. His achievement in succoring, hiding, and finally rescuing Eliab Hill was a source of never-ending wonder, applause, and mirth in the kitchen. But Miss Hetty could not find words to express her anger and chagrin.
"Poor little fellow! It is pitiable to know that I can do nothing for him." "I will do what I can, Mrs. Le Moyne." "But you must not expose yourself in caring for a strange child, my dear. It will not do to be too unselfish." "I cannot leave him, Mrs. Le Moyne." She left the room quickly and returned to her place at the sufferer's bedside. Hesden Le Moyne rose as she approached.
While Hesden and Mollie stood watching this group, with the interest one always feels in that which reminds him of home, seeing in these people the forerunners of a movement which promised to assume astounding proportions in the near future, they were startled by an exclamation from one of the party: "Wall, I declar'! Ef dar ain't Miss Mollie an' 'fore God, Marse Hesden, too!"
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