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"The mother of the Edmondson girls, now aged and feeble, is in the city. I did not actually know when I wrote 'Uncle Tom' of a living example in which Christianity had reached its fullest development under the crushing wrongs of slavery, but in this woman I see it. I never knew before what I could feel till, with her sorrowful, patient eyes upon me, she told me her history and begged my aid.
You mind me, sonny. When you're grown up, you'll know what I'm talking about and know I'm right. Run along, sonny. No use hanging around the school yard too long." Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson Person interviewed: Isom Rogers, Edmondson, Arkansas Age: 67 "I was born in Tunica County, Austin, Mississippi. I been in Edmondson, Arkansas ten years. I come to do better. Said farming was good here.
He was sitting, about eight o'clock in the evening, undetermined yet what to do, when a gentleman with whom he was but slightly acquainted named Edmondson, called at the door and asked to see him. On being shown in, the latter, with some embarrassment in his manner, said "I have called to inform you, that Mrs. Lane has been at my house since yesterday." "At your house!" "Yes.
At any rate, I am willing to admit that such has been the case; and willing to yield something to the morbid feelings of my wife. What is her present state of mind?" Mr. Edmondson looked surprised. Remarking this, Lane said quickly, "Is she not at your house?" "No," replied Mr. Edmondson, "she left us yesterday. We believed that she had gone home.
Ewell dismounted. "You're the foster brother I've been in search of for thirty-five years! Maury and John, it sounds as though there were enough for four. Deane and Edmondson, you ride on to that mill I see in front of us, and ask if the folks won't give you supper. We'll pick you up in an hour or so.
If she finds the struggle to do so hard and humiliating, she will be the more careful how she places herself again in such a position. The lesson will last her a life-time." "You are wrong; depend upon it, you are wrong!" urged Mr. Edmondson. "There must be yielding and conciliation on both sides." "I can do no more than I have said. Passive I have been from the first, and passive I will remain.
At mid-day he returned from his business, hoping to find her at home. But his house was still desolate. With the evening he confidently expected her, but she was not there. Anxiously he sat, hour after hour, looking for another visit from Mr. Edmondson, but he came not again. In leaving her husband's house, Mrs. Lane had gone, as has been seen, to the house of a friend. Mrs.
Four hundred dollars were contributed by individuals in Brooklyn, and the ladies who took subscription papers at the meeting will undoubtedly raise two hundred dollars more." Before leaving New York, Mrs. Stowe gave Milly Edmondson her check for the entire sum necessary to purchase her own freedom and that of her children, and sent her home rejoicing.
'Clergyman's throat? Edmondson shook his bead dubiously. 'It may be. I wish he would let me overhaul him. 'I wish he would! said Flaxman devoutly. 'I will see what I can do. I will get hold of Mrs. Elsmere. Meanwhile Robert and Catherine had driven home together. And as they entered the study, she caught his hands, a suppressed and exquisite passion gleaming in her face.
His letter was full of medical detail, from which Flaxman gathered that, in spite of the rally of the first ten days, it was clear that the disease was attacking constantly fresh tissue. 'He is very depressed too, said Edmondson; 'I have never seen him so yet. He sits and looks at us in the evening sometimes with eyes that wring one's heart.
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