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Tom, at last, would not sleep in his room, but lay all night in the outer veran- dah, ready to rouse at every call. “Uncle Tom, what alive have you taken to sleeping anywhere and every- where, like a dog for?” said Miss Ophelia. “I thought you was one of the orderly sort, that liked to lie in bed in a Christian way.” “I do, Miss Feely,” said Tom, mysteriously. “I do, but now-” “Well, what now?” “We mustn’t speak loud; Mas’r St. Clare won’t hear on’t; but, Miss Feely, you know there must be somebody watchin’ for the bridegroom.” “What do you mean, Tom?” “You know it says in Scripture, ‘At midnight there was a great cry made. Be- hold, the bridegroom cometh.’ That’s what I’m spectin’ now, every night, Miss Feely,- and I couldn’t sleep out o’ hearin’, no ways.” “Why, Uncle Tom, what makes you think so?” “Miss Eva, she talks to me. The Lord, he sends his messenger in the soul. I must be thar, Miss Feely; for when that ar blessed child goes into the kingdom, they’ll open the door so wide, we’ll all get a look in at the glory, Miss Feely.” “Uncle Tom, did Miss Eva say she felt more unwell than usual to-night?” |
