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“Never mind,” she interrupts, suddenly coiling her delicate arm round his neck, and impressing a kiss on his care-worn cheek. “Let us forget these things; they are but the fruits of weak nature. It were better to bear up under trouble than yield to trouble’s burdens: better far. Who knows but that it is all for the best?” She rises, and, with seeming cheerfulness, proceeds to spread the little table with the refre nike ireland nfl shing tokens of her friendship. Yielding to necessity, the table is spread, and they sit down, with an appearance of domestic quietness touchingly humble.
“There is some pleasure, after all, in having a quiet spot where we can sit down and forget our cares. Perhaps (all said and done) a man may call himself prince of his own garret, when he can forget all beyond it,” says Marston affected to tears by Franconia’s womanly resignation.
“Yes,” returns Franconia, joyously, “it’s a consolation to know that we have people among us much worse off than we are. I confess, though, I feel uneasy about our old slaves. Slavery’s wrong, uncle; and it’s when one’s reduced to such extremes as are presented in this uninviting garret that we realise it the more forcibly. It gives the poor wretches no chance of bettering their condition; and nike ireland promo code if one exhibits ever so much talent over the other, there is no chance left him to improve it. It is no recompense to the slave that his talent only increases the price of the article to be sold. Look what Harry would have been had he enjoyed freedom. Uncle, we forget our best interests while pondering over the security of a bad system. Would it not be better to cultivate the slave’s affections, rather than oppress his feelings?” Franconia has their cause at h nike ireland head office eart-forgets her own. She is far removed from the cold speculations of the south; she is free from mercenary motives; unstained by that principle of logic which recognises only the man merchandise. No will hath she to contrive ingenious apologies for the wrongs inflicted upon a fallen race. Her words spring from the purest sentiment of the soul; they contain a smarti nike ireland clearance ng rebuke of Marston’s former misdoings: but he cannot resent it, nor can he turn the tide of his troubles against her noble generosity.
They had eaten their humble supper of meats and bread, and coffee, when Franconia hears a rap at the lower entrance, leading into the street. Bearing the taper in her hand, she descends the stairs quickly, and, opening the door, recognises the smilin ireland g face of Daddy Bob. Daddy greets her as if he were surcharged with the very best news for old mas’r and missus. He laughs in the exuberance of his simplicity, and, with an air of fondness that would better become a child, says, “Lor’, young missus, how glad old Bob is to see ye! Seems like long time since old man see’d Miss Frankone look so spry. Got dat badge.” The old man shows her his badge, exultingly. “Missus, nobody know whose nigger I nike ireland online ‘m’s, and old Bob arns a right smart heap o’ money to make mas’r comfortable.” The old slave never for once thinks of his own infirmities; no, his attachment for master soars above every thing else; he thinks only in what way he can nike ireland store relieve his necessities. Honest, faithful, and affectionate, the associations of the past are uppermost in his mind; he forgets his slavery in his love for master and the old plantation. Readily would he lay down his life, could he, by so doing, lighten the troubles he instinctively sees in the changes of master’s position. The old plantation and its people have been sold; and he, being among the separated from earth’s chosen, must save his infirm body lest some man sell him for the worth thereof. Bob’s face is whit Nike ireland e with beard, and his coarse garments are much worn and ragged; but there is something pleasing in the familiarity with which Franconia accepts his brawny hand. How free from that cold advance, that measured welcome, and that religious indifference, with which the would-be friend of the slave, at the north, too often accepts the black man’s hand! There is something in the fervency with which she shakes his wrinkled hand that speaks of the goodness of the heart; something that touches the old slave’s childlike nature. He smiles bashfully, and says, “Glad t’ see ye, missus; dat I is: ‘spishilly ven ye takes care on old mas’r.” After receiving her salutation he follows her to the chamber, across which he hastens to receive a welcome from old mas’r. Marston warmly receives his hand, and motions him to be seated on the chest near the fire-place. Bob takes his seat, keeping his eye on mas’r the while. “Neber mind, mas’r,” he says, “Big Mas’r above be better dan Buckra. Da’h is somefin’ what Buckra no sell from ye, dat’s a good heart. nike ireland online store If old mas’r on’y keeps up he spirit, de Lor’ ‘ll carry un throu’ ‘e triblation,” he continues; and, after watching his master a few minutes, returns to Franconia, and resumes his jargon.
Franconia is the same fair creature Bob watched over when she visited the plantation: her countenance wears the same air of freshness and frankness; her words are of the same gentleness; she seems as solicitous of his comfort as nike ireland before. And yet a shadow of sadness shrouds that vivacity which had made her the welcome guest of the old slaves. He cannot resist those expressions which are ever ready to lisp forth from the negro when his feelings are excited. “Lor, missus, how old Bob’s heart feels! Hah, ah! yah, yah! Looks so good, and reminds old Bob how e’ look down on dah Astley, yander. But, dah somefin in dat ar face what make old nigger like I know missus don’t feel just right,” he exclaims.
The kind woman reads his thoughts in the glowing simplicity of his wrinkled face. “It has been said that a dog was our last friend, Bob: I now think a slave should have been added. Don’t you think so, uncle?” she enquires, looking at Marston, and, again taking the old slave by the hand, awaits the reply.
“We rarely appreciate their friendship until it be too nike air max ireland late to reward it,” he replies, with an attempt to smile.
“True, true! but the world is full of ingratitude,–very amiable ingratitude. Never mind, Daddy; you must now tell me all about your affairs, and what has happened since the night you surprised me at our house; and you must tell me how you escaped M’Carstrow on the morning of the disturbance,” she enjoins. And while Bob relates his story Franconia prepares his supper. Some cold ham, bread, and coffee, are soon spread out before him. He will remove them to the chest, near the fire-place. “Why, Missus Frankone,” he says, “ye sees how I’se so old now dat nobody tink I’se werf ownin; and so nobody axes old Bob whose nigger he is. An’t prime nigger, now; but den a’ good fo’ work some, and get cash, so t’ help old mas’r yander (Bob points to old master). Likes t’ make old nike ireland contact master feel not so bad.”
“Yes,” rejoins Marston, “Bob’s good to me. He makes his sleeping apartments, when he comes, at the foot of my bed, and shares his earnings with me every Saturday night. He’s like an old clock that can keep time as well as a new one, only wind it up with care.”
“Dat I is!” says Daddy, with an exulting nod of the head, as he, to his own surprise, lets fall his cup. It was only the negro’s forgetfulness in the moment of excitement. Giving a wistful look at Franconia, he commences picking up the pieces, and drawing his week’s earnings from a side pocket of his jacket.
“Eat your supper, Daddy; never mind your money now” says Franconia, laughing heartily: at which Bob regains confidence and resumes his supper, keeping a watchful eye upon his old master the while. Every now and then he will pause, cant his ear, and shake his head, as if drinking in the tenour of the conversation between Franconia and her uncle. Having concluded, he pulls out his money and spreads it upon the chest. “Old Bob work hard fo’ dat!” he says, with emphasis, spreading a five-dollar bill and two dollars and fifty cents in silver into divisions. “Dah!” he ejaculates, “dat old mas’r share, and dis is dis child’s.” The old man looks proudly upon the coin, and feels he is not so worthless, after all. “Now! who say old Bob aint werf nofin?” he concludes, getting up, putting his share into his pocket, and then, as if unobserved, slipping the balance into Marston’s. This done, he goes to the window, affects to be looking out, and then resuming his seat upon the chest, commences humming a familiar plantation tune, as if his pious feelings had been superseded nike ireland careers by the recollection of past scenes.
“What, Daddy,–singing songs?” interrupts Franconia, looking at him enquiringly. He stops as suddenly as he commenced, exchanges an expressive look, and fain would question her sincerity.
“Didn’t mean ‘um, missus,” he returns, after a moment’s hesitation, “didn’t mean ‘um. Was thinkin ’bout somefin back’ards; down old plantation times.”
“You had better forget them times, Bob.” ③

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