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She bore it with the hope of a martyr, that her misery would soon close. Though her mouth was muffled, and the sounds much stifled, there was a sensible com- motion, which James' quick ear detected. "Call Frado to come here," he said faintly, "I have not seen her to-day." Susan retired with the request to the kitchen, where it was evident some brutal scene had just been enacted. Mrs.
All the leisure moments she could gain were used in teaching him some feat of dog-agility, so that Jack pronounced him very knowing, and was truly gratified to know he had furnished her with a gift answering his intentions. Fido was the constant attendant of Frado, when sent from the house on errands, going and returning with the cows, out in the fields, to the village.
Mary evidently relished these sharp attacks, and saw a fair prospect of lowering Nig where, according to her views, she belonged. Poor Frado, chagrined and grieved, felt that her an- ticipations of pleasure at such a place were far from being realized.
Many times would Frado steal up into Jenny's room, when she knew she was tortured by her mis- tress' malignity, and tell some of her own encounters with her, and tell her she might "be sure it wouldn't kill her, for she should have died long before at the same treatment." Susan and her child succeeded Jenny as vis- itors.
"What experience?" asked she, quickly, as if she expected to hear the number of times she had whipped Frado, and the number of lashes set forth in plain Arabic numbers. "Why, you know she is serious, don't you? She told the minister about it." Mrs. B. made no reply, but changed the subject adroitly.
Look, look, at the shining ones! Oh, let me go and be at rest!" As if waiting for this petition, the Angel of Death severed the golden thread, and he was in heaven. At midnight the messenger came. They called Frado to see his last struggle. Sinking on her knees at the foot of his bed, she buried her face in the clothes, and wept like one inconsolable. They led her from the room.
They would take with them what they could carry, and leave the rest with Pete Greene, and come for them when they were wanted. They were long in arrang- ing affairs satisfactorily, and were not a little startled at the close of their conference to find Frado missing. They thought approaching night would bring her. Twilight passed into dark- ness, and she did not come.
The first spare moments at her command, she ran to the pasture with a dish in her hand, and mount- ing the highest point of land nearest the stream, called the flock to their mock repast. Mr. Bell- mont, with his laborers, were in sight, though unseen by Frado. They paused to see what she was about to do.
Frado sauntered on far in the rear of Mary, who was ashamed to be seen "walking with a nigger." As soon as she appeared, with scanty clothing and bared feet, the children assembled, noisily published her approach: "See that nigger," shouted one. "Look! look!" cried another. "I won't play with her," said one little girl. "Nor I neither," replied another.
Before she reached her destination, a letter came to the parents announcing her death. No sooner was the astounding news received, than Frado rushed into Aunt Abby's, exclaim- ing: "She's dead, Aunt Abby!" "Who?" she asked, terrified by the unpre- faced announcement. "Mary; they've just had a letter." As Mrs.
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