Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-westOptic, Oliver
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Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue: A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-west
Optic, Oliver
African Americans -- Fiction; Enslaved persons -- United States -- Fiction
As soon as the servant had departed, Jaspar called his confederate from
his concealment.
"Are you ready for business?" said he.
"I am," replied De Guy, "as soon as you pay me the first instalment. I
can't take a single step in the dark."
"Here it is," and Jaspar took from his pocket the money. "Have you the
document?"
"I have," replied De Guy, producing the fictitious will, which Maxwell
had drawn up in conformity with the instructions of Jaspar.
"And you are ready to affix the signature?" said Jaspar, who appeared
not to be in the possession of his usual confidence. Few villains ever
become so hardened as never to tremble.
"I am. I came for that purpose. Give me the genuine will, and I will
soon make this one so near like it that the witnesses themselves shall
not discover the cheat," replied De Guy, with an air of confidence.
"You shall have it; but first read this to me. I do nothing blindly."
The attorney, in his silky tones, read the paper through, and Jaspar
pronounced it correct in every particular.
"I see nothing in the way of entire success," said Jaspar, rubbing his
hands with delight at his prospective fortune.
"Nor I," replied De Guy, "except that these witnesses will deny the
substance of it."
"How can they, when they know it not? The colonel, for some reason or
other, would not let them read it or know its purport. Maxwell and
myself are pledged to secrecy. It is upon this fact that I based the
scheme."
"But the will would not be worth a tittle in the law with such
witnesses."
"Bah! the colonel knew no one would contest it. He did it at his own
risk."
"But will they not contest _your_ will?"
"If they do, I shall find the means of proving what the document
affirms, and my case will then stand just as well. As a kind of
assurance for the witnesses my brother affixed a character,--a kind of
cabalistic design,--upon the will, assuring them it was placed on the
will alone. You have a copy of this design?"
"I have. Maxwell gave it to me, and I have practised till I can do it to
perfection. Your brother had an odd way of doing business."
"He had; but his oddity in this instance is a God-send."
"But the _other_ document, Mr. Dumont! My stay is already too long!"
Jaspar, taking the keys from the table, opened the secretary, and took
from a small iron safe in the lower part of it a large packet, on which
were several large masses of wax bearing the impress of Colonel Dumont's
seal.
"Now, De Guy," said he, "do your best."
"Do not fear! I never yet saw a name I could not imitate."
"So much the better; but be careful, I entreat you! Think how much
depends upon care!"
"O, I can do it so nicely that your brother himself would not deny it,
if he should step out of his grave!"
"Silence, man!" said Jaspar, angrily, as a superstitious thrill of
terror crept through his veins.
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