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"Let us hide in here, mother," suggested Clarence, running toward the wood-house; "we'll be safe in there." Seeing that nothing better could be done, Mrs. Garie availed herself of the suggestion; and when she was fairly inside the place, fell fainting upon the ground. As she escaped through the back door, the mob broke in at the front, and were confronting Mr.
"What can the fellow have been doing here?" he soliloquised; "on intimate terms too, apparently; it is very singular; I will wait Miss Ellstowe's return, and ask an explanation." When Miss Ellstowe re-entered the room, he immediately inquired, "What was that Mr. Garie doing here? He seems on an exceedingly intimate footing, and your friend apparently takes a wonderful interest in him."
She began to find out how mistaken she had been, as unmistakable symptoms convinced her of the vanity of all human calculations. "Why, you are not going to be ill, Em, after all your valiant declarations!" exclaimed Mr. Garie, supporting her unsteady steps, as they paced to and fro. "Oh, no, no!" said she, in a firm tone; "I don't intend to give up to any such nonsense.
You were not so tall as my Caddy when I saw you last; and here you are with two children and pretty little things they are too!" said she, kissing little Em, who was seated on the bed with her brother, and sharing with him the remains of her mother's chocolate. "And you look much younger that I expected to see you," replied Mrs. Garie.
"Oh yes, I do not doubt it, and for that reason you must not be surprised if I decline to proceed with the ceremony." "I do not see how my being a white man can act as a barrier to its performance," remarked Mr. Garie in reply.
The next morning Mrs. Garie was so much indisposed at to be unable to rise, and took her breakfast in bed. Her husband had finished his meal, and was sitting in the parlour, when he observed a middle-aged coloured lady coming into the garden. "Look, Caddy," cried he, "isn't this your mother?"
Bird had dared to hope for, she called Charlie, then shook hands with Mr. Whately and departed. Mrs. Stevens gains a Triumph. The Garies had now become thoroughly settled in Philadelphia, and, amongst the people of colour, had obtained a very extensive and agreeable acquaintance. At the South Mr. Garie had never borne the reputation of an active person.
Morton rejoined that in this case it was not so wonderful, owing to the frequent and intimate relations into which ham and salad were brought, and with this joke the subject was dismissed. I can't say I was particularly sorry when the company broke up." "Oh, George, never mind the white people," here interposed Mrs. Garie.
Garie," he replied, after a short silence. "But tell me what kind of people are these you are visiting Abolitionists, or anything of that sort?" "How absurd, Mr. Stevens, to ask such a question; of course they are not," said she, indignantly; "do you suppose I should be here if they were? But why do you ask is this Mr. Garie one?" "No, my friend," answered her visitor; "I wish that was all."
"Oh, this will explain," archly rejoined Esther, as she held up to view one of the tiny lace trimmed frocks that she was making in anticipation of the event that has been previously hinted. Mrs. Garie laughed, and turned to look out of the window again. "Do you know I found little Lizzy Stevens, your neighbour's daughter, shivering upon the steps in a neighbouring street, fairly blue with cold?
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