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
The fear of ingratitude to a father no longer chained his heart to the
narrow limit of friendship. He saw her before him trodden down by
misfortune, in the power of subtlety and villany, and as a child of
misfortune his heart even more strongly inclined to her. He loved her
more tenderly than before.
"Then, when sorrow was a stranger, you were subdued and distant to your
sister," said Emily, her heart fluttering with the storm of emotion
within it.
"I am as I was then; but you were a child of affluence, and I feared
to--to--"
"Why did you fear?" asked Emily, not waiting to hear the word Henry was
stammering to enunciate. "Had you no confidence in your sister?"
"I did have confidence in the _sister_. But I fear it was not a sister's
confidence I sought."
"Indeed!" said Emily, her emotions destroying the appearance of surprise
the word was intended to convey.
"Emily, I will not now attempt to conceal the feelings which have torn
my heart," said Henry, in a low tone, as he took her willing hand. "When
I bade you farewell,--alas! what misfortunes have come since!--when I
left you for I dared not think how long, you know not what violence I
did to the warmest feeling of my heart. You know not what misery the
struggle between that feeling and duty has caused me. I have striven to
conquer it; but Heaven has now put you in my path, thus bidding me
resist no more the impulse of my heart. I love you, Emily, and I have
tried, for your sake and your father's, to conquer my love. Say, Emily,
may I venture to hope my love is not unvalued?"
A slight pressure of the hand he held was all the answer he
received--was, indeed, all he asked.
"You forget what I am," murmured Emily.
"I will always forget what this will has said you are. But Heaven will
not let the innocent be wronged, nor the guilty remain unpunished. A
month since, how I wished you were not the heiress of a millionaire!"
"Why did you wish it? Did you think that gold would blacken my heart?"
"No, dear Emily, but it would have been ingratitude in me to win your
love, and thus destroy any other plan your father might have cherished."
"My father never had an avaricious disposition," replied Emily, warmly.
"Far from it; but he might have had some views, in regard to his
daughter, with which I might have interfered."
"But you were a rebel against his views, notwithstanding," said Emily,
with a smile, and a deep blush, which the darkness concealed from Henry.
"I should have been sorry to have heard you say so, then; but now,
Heaven bless you for the words!" replied Henry, with a warm pressure of
the hand.
[Illustration: Hatchie and Henry rescuing Emily from the Mississippi.
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"Madam," said Jaspar, who had stealthily approached, without the
knowledge of the lovers, "to your state-room! Captain Carroll, as the
guardian of this lady, I request your entire withdrawal, in future, from
her society."
"A request," replied Henry, proudly, "which I shall entirely disregard."
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