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As she stepped forward Mr. Buck called out, "Als'on!" "Yes, moster," Alston answered. "What yer sneakin' in that thar' corner fer? Come up yere, you " but his vile sentence shall not be finished here. Alston came forward with a statuesque face. "Take this rawhide," was the order he received.
"Do you an' Lizay want to get married right away, or wait till Christmas?" Alston and Little Lizay looked at each other, smiling in an embarrassed way. "But, moster," said Alston, "I's got a wife an' fou' childun in Ol' Virginny, an' I promused I'd wait an' wouldn't git morred ag'in tell she'd write ter me ef her moster'd sell her; an' I was goin' ter ax yer ter buy 'er."
He got his knee hurt and his health ruined. He never was no count after he got back home. Mama could pick six hundred pounds of cotton a day he said. They worked from daybreak till pitch dark in them days. "Little Jake Kurkendall is living now Enoch or Harrison Station, Mississippi. He is older than I am. He got a family. But he is all the son old Moster Jake had that I know living now.
"Look yere, Lizay," Alston said with sudden inspiration: "le's go tell Mos' Hawton all 'bout it. Ef he's a genulman he'll 'ten' ter us. They won't miss us till night, an' 'fo' that time we'll be in Memphis. Yer knows the way, don't yer?" "Yes," Lizay said; "an' I reckon that's the bes' thing we kin do go tell moster an' mistis. But, law!
"There's some one in Mooreville who wants to get us into trouble, and I think I know who it is." At this moment the door was softly opened and a darkey put his head into the room to announce: "Da's a gentleman in de back pa'lor wants to see Moster Rodney." "A gentleman to see me?" repeated Rodney, his surprise and indignation giving place to a feeling of uneasiness. "Who is he? What's his name?"
"You're a likely-lookin' fellow," said the doctor, who was given to dropping final consonants in his speech. "I reckon I'll hear a good report of you from Mr. Buck. You look like you could stan' up to work like a soldier. But what's brought you and Little Lizay to the city? Anything gone wrong?" "Yes, moster," said Alston "mighty wrong.
It was a wood house. It was a big mill. He sold that good syrup in Atlanta. It wasn't sorghum. The men at the mill would scare us but we hid around. They come up to the house and tell on us. "We had moved from the farm when they burned Atlanta. From the place where Moster Milton refugeed I could hear a roaring all the time nearly, sometimes clearer, and the roaring was broke sometimes.
Before the meal was half over the family carriage, with Rodney's small trunk inside and his horse hitched behind, drew up at the door, and a crowd of weeping servants gathered about the foot of the wide stone steps to bid "young moster" good-by. Rodney saw it all through the window, and when he got ready to start stood not on the order of going, but cut short the parting and went at once.
He put out his hand, and then, suddenly realizing the requisition that was to be made on him, realizing that he was to flog Little Lizay, his confidante and sympathizing friend, his hand dropped cold and limp. "Yerdar' ter dis'bey me?" Mr. Buck bellowed. "I'll brain yer: I'll " "I didn't go ter do it, moster," Alston said, reaching for the whip. "I'll whip her tell yer tells me ter stop."
"Thanky, moster, ef Little Lizay's willin'. Is yer, Lizay?" "I reckon so," said Lizay, her heart beating in gladness. But she nevertheless glanced down at her coarse field-dress and thought with longing of the new calico in her cabin. So Uncle Moses was called in, and Mrs. Horton and all the children and servants. "Uncle Moses," said Dr. Horton, "did you ever marry anybody?"
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