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THE PRtCEOF A SLAVE .

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THE PRtCEOF A SLAVE Bud and I sat on the high banks of the Avine watching die gophers on the otl<er side. We was mad that morning, for Almira had toid on us again—she was always doing it We lived on a farm. Almira's our sister.and ac that time she went to the town school I s'pose that's why she put on so many airs. After we'd scared the gophers into their holes we sat stiil and thought awhite. At last I said— t Bud. what'11 you do pay her up Now Bud's kind of chicken-hearted he never can tiunk of anything very bad. much less do it so, to give him time, I í.. made a cheese of my skirt, and kept whirl- ing all the way along tha bank to the cellar, where pa bleaches the celery and back again without ever tuning down once. When I got back Bud asked— What'11 you do, Justina, to pay her Bp I like to scare Bud, and make h)m look !0p to me so I crossed n;y eyes and showed my teeth, hke we do when we tell the Indian atory to the new scholars that come to our schoo!, and saya, way down in my throat— I'll sell her for a slave Oh, Justy," cried Bud, how awful Would yon ?" I would," I answered and to show him how unconcerned I was I took a turn down the bank of the ravine on our toboggansUde. We don't have <* chance to slide much, 'cause pa makes a terrible fuss about that cellar door, and we have to get Hans Francis to pull it up every time before he gets home from town. We keep on the good side of Hans Francis; by telling him dinner s ready before we C<4li the other men, so's he can go in drst. Hu tikes Christie, our hirfd girl, and I s'poso they' get marned saine day, and then we won't have any more sliding, and I U ha\-f to wash the dishes, too- It does s;;c:ii ik. if everytiiing goes wrong in this world After I'd slid down the ravine and walked Bp Bud soA.id. kind of reproachiully— "Justy, there no such thing as a slave. They're all free. Of course I knew there wasn't any more black but I didn'L think Bud did, so I was k;nd 04' at a less what to answer, when all to onct F tJl)Ught of what ma said one time about Brawn's, ovcrsouth of us M:s Brown is a perfect :ja,e to that man So I says to Bud— "There's sluves now, just the same's ever. Mr Brown's wife is one." Bud thought awhile, and then asked if I supposed Mr Brown would tako Alvira. I have to laugh at Bud sometimes, he's so innocent. Of course he wouldn't." I answered. "But we could sell her to a, man who hadn't astave already—an awful mean looking man. Dud began to weaken at this, 30 I went $n— Of course we couldn't get anytMng for her we'd probably have to give the man something to boot, to get him to marry her but I gLle:3 if you'd had to wear tier old clothes, as I have, you'd be wining to do most anything to get rid of her. Look here. I went on. standing up and holding out my apron it's made out of her old skirt. How'd you like to wear her aid skirt, Mr Bud ? Fd want ib made into pants Crst, answered Bud, kind 04' hesi eating. Yes," I said. aird every boy that saw you would say, 'Thel4 goes Bud Syhester ith his sister's skirt on They wouMn't cried Bud, getting red tn the face. It'd be sewed into breeches They'd know it just the same, and Miey'd ask you if you had a hairloom on. This brought; Bud over to my way of thinking, as f knew it; would, for ir there's Anything in this world that makes him mad, it's to be made fun of. We couldn't think who we could get to jnarry Alvira, and we went over and sat on the outside greenhouse door. that slants, and talked it over. There no one mean enough to suit us but Ed lockets, the man that tends to celery. They plant- it out in the field all summer, over rows of tiling and we don't like Ed. 'cause one time when he put the huse in one end of a row to run the water across the neld we the nozzle, when he wasn't looking. into the 'nuat around the castie we'd bu!It then we forgot about it. and the moat ovcr- nowed and needed the neld. Now if it; had i been Hans Francis he never would have told but Ed did. It. was nice and sunny t'n the greenhouse door, and we'd taken our time to it. and said all the mean things about Ed Rickets we could think of, when all to onct the door began to raise up. After we'd rolled ou'Ed Rickets stuck his head out and said— Aw, now, you're just joking, ain't you ?" Just wait ti!I we pay him up Then we went along the creek to hunt for nisger heads, and while we was there we come across a man walking along with his hands behind him. T thought as soon as I Saw him that he would make a good slave owner, and I just asked him if he was mar- ned. He laughed, and wanted to know where we sprang from. Bud told him we didn't spring at a!I we was just hunting around tnd he asked him what he was doing. He sobered up then and walked along with us, and gaid ho was ? professor in a University somewhere, and was out looking for Indian relics. asked him what Indian relics was, and he aaid they was beads and hatchets and things that live Indiana buried in mounds with de&d Indians a long time ago ?nd did we know of any mounds around here '2 That set me to thinking I did know of one, and I winked to Bud to keep still then I said to the professor-1 What'11 you give for an Indian mound ?" He laughed, kind of surprised, and said if !t was genuine he'd give a good deal. Bud seen then what I was after, and he Mked— Mr Professor, are you married 1" Why do you wanL to know that ?" he replied, laughing. Then I whispered to Bud, and he whis- pered to me and wo decided we d better tell the professor the whole thing, and make him a oSer. So we told him if he wasn't married, and would marry our sister Alvira make her a slave, we'd give him the Indian mound and caU it square. Re laughed the moat I ever seen anybody taugh, &nd asked us if we meant It. Then he inquired all ",bout oui family, and Alvira, and if she was pretty and everything. I told him yes, she was and the Indin mound was a good one, 'cause I'd got some beads out of it I could show him. He then asked us right out where it was —as if we were such fools as to tell Bud tays, "Oh. no, you don't 'and winked. This made the professor kind of mad, and he walked around a bit with his hands in his pockets then he a.sked— Where can I see your aister ?" Bud told him we'd tix that, xnd he must swear he'd never tell a word of what we aaid to him, or we wouldn't show him the Indian mound. After he'd done it we asked hhn to go to the big greenhouse while we was eating supper that night, and we'd come down and hide him where he could see Alvira when we brought her there. I forgot that that was the night when Bans Francis smokes the ..greenhouses, and we did have an awful time of it. We put the professor in a kind of crib in the forcing- house. After anyone got in it was pretty hard to get out again then, too, it wom very dusty. The smoke of burning tobacco stems is all very well when you're used to it, but when you ain't—we!l. you just can't stand it. that's al!. And besides, the professor didn't know what wtts burning he thought the whole house was on fire. However he got out of that crib I can't imaine, but just as we'd all got arranged around the outer edge of one of the furnace pits, and Alvira was going to tell the nrst .ghost story, like we always do nights when they smok& the greenhouae, and the smoke was so thick you could scarcely see the crib, all to onct some one dropped out of it, hollered Fire and ran. If there was an inch in all them 10 green- houses that the professor didn't run or fall over I'd like to know it. I think he upset every single thing that wasn't nailed down before he got out. Hans Francis was carry- ing the little sheet iron stove they burn the stems in from one house to another, and the professor had to knock it endways, of course, just as pa fell into the furnace pit. Well, the burgler'' got away, so I heard *em telling the neighbours. I'm sure I couldn't say, 'cause Bud and I sneaked on' *I8ot\&bo\\t tune. We didn'b see the professor again for some days, and then we found him one morning walkinsr afong the creek looking for that mound. He didn't act at first as if he was glad to see us, and even when Bud told him 0 we hadn't'a thing against him he just locked at us in surprise and said— Wel!. if you are not the moat impudent children I'' I don't-, th'nk that was very polite After a while he came around, and asked us how our Ijvely sister was, and then we fixed it up to have him call upon pa some evening to consult him about books. He could come home on Friday evening, so's Alvira would be at home and I'd fix it so that she'd come into the room. I heard ma calling me then, and I had to go into the house. After I'd go:ie Bud got things mixed, and told the professor toco-me Saturday evening instead. Wliez-i Friday night came I got Alvira. to nx up by telling her I w:s most: sure I heard pa invite one of the Briston boys over. I knew she couldn't prove anything by pa, cause he forgets awfu! bad. The professor didn't come that night, and I couldn't: imag:ne why, 'causa Bud had gone home with Cousin Willie, and never told me. Saturday night; we was ail except pa, tired out, and went to bed early. I never seen such a person as pa is—he'll sit up till two in the morning and read Byron's poems. Our house is pretty big, but what with having so many hired men, we don't have much sleeping room. Alvira stayed all the week in town, and when she came home Friday night she had to sleep on a sofa in a little recess in our parlour. Now our house ain't built like the houses in town it don't, have a front hail, so when you open the front door you step right into the parlour. After everybody was asleep in the house but pa. there was a knock at the front door. Pa's a dear, good man, and we just 'wouldn't, take anything in the world for him, but he's the awfulest person to forget On bis occasion h'? forgot all about Alvira. He brought a lamp and set it on the parlour table, and then opened the door. Of course it Wile; the professor—what other luck cuuldyou expect < Pa insisted on his coming right in, and when he found out who he v.'a.s they bfgan to talk about; books. Alvira soon woke up, and just had to lay there with the bright light shining in her face, and those two men sitting quite near her. They couldn't see anything except her face and head, as the recess was partly curtained oi?, and the sofa almost entirely hidden. But her head w.s enough it look'?.! awful. It'.s the sty!e now to wear your hair crimped: Atvira curls her short hair with a curling iron, but the crimping she does on big hrurpins, which stick out every v.'ay and m'tke her head look real funny. By this time ma and I was up and trying to i':ve her we could see her through the crack of the door, her cheeks like tire. She was so angt'y with pa that I just, expected to see her dy at him and there pa sat, gently stroking his whiskers and smiling, the very personiHcatiou. of good-will to man. Ma stood back in the sitting-room, where the professor couldn't see her, and made frantic motions to catch his eye and when at last she succeeded what did the dear old pa do ? in.tead of taking the hint and excusing himself he just stopped abruptly what he was saying, and turmng upon ma a beaming smile ash;d her what she wanted. Of course ma had to go into the parlour then and tell pa to bring his company out into the sitting-room. There was a smile around the prcfesso: moustache all the rest of the evening, nnd he looked at me once and winked. Pa liked him very much, and he sat and talked till 11 o'clock. He told pa he ought to send me to the town school, 'cause I a bright one. Ho came to our house lots of times after that. and as soon as Alvira was through school he married her but my you never could make Aivira believe Bud and I made that match she thinks the professor fell in love with he. Jus!; imagine a man falling in love with any girl after seeing her with a lot of crimping ph;s on her he?d Atvira is the most. deluded creature We showed the professor where the Indian mound was he never could have guessed. They dug through one side of it when they made the celery cellar, so all he had to do waa to go inside of the cellar and dig straight out in a certain place, and there was the heart of the mound. We found our beads nght on the cellar wall, and we didn't know it was a mound till I thought of it. The professor dug right in with a shovel and his hand-3. The idea of putting your hands i'i such a mess You d never catch me doing it

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