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Mrs. Shelby entered. Aunt Chloe set a chair for her in a manner decidedly gruff and crusty. She did not seem to notice either the action or the manner. She looked pale and anxious. “Tom,” she said, “I come to-” and stopping suddenly, and regarding the silent group, she sat down in the chair and covering her face with her handkerchief, be- gan to sob. “Lor, now, Missis, don’t-don’t!” said Aunt Chloe, bursting out in her turn; and for a few moments they all wept in company. And in those tears they all shed together, the high and the lowly, melted away all the heart-burnings and anger of the oppressed. O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy? “My good fellow,” said Mrs. Shelby, “I can’t give you anything to do you any good. If I give you money, it will only be taken from you. But I tell you solemnly, and before God, that I will keep trace of you, and bring you back as soon as I can command the money;- and, till then, trust in God!” Here the boys called out that Mas’r Haley was coming, and then an unceremo- nious kick pushed open the door. Haley stood there in ill humor, having ridden hard the night before, and being not at all pacified by his ill success in re-captur- ing his prey. |
