Slavery -- United States -- Fiction; Underground Railroad -- Fiction
She knew of other men who had been slaveholders but, becoming convinced
that it was wrong, had freed their slaves and joined the anti-slavery
ranks. Some, even, worked with the Underground Railroad. What a
splendid thing it would be if she could win him over to the side of
liberty! For such a result, she told herself, she would be willing to
crucify her conscience for a little while and be a part of the thing
she abhorred.
She slept that night with a smile on her face and when she wakened in
the morning her first consciousness was of an unusual lightness and
happiness in her heart. Then she remembered, and flushed to her brows.
“But it was all true,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to send it, and
I’m sure I didn’t. But I--almost--wish I had.”
CHAPTER XVII
When Jefferson Delavan received the mail containing the three letters
from Hillside his lover’s eye saw at once the envelope bearing the
handwriting of Rhoda Ware. Everything else was pushed aside and this
was hastily torn open. He turned the sheets over and swept them with
a hungry look, as though he would devour all their contents at one
glance. And so it happened that before he had read another line his
eyes fell upon the page on which she had poured out her heart, which
she thought she had burned--but almost wished she had not.
He had to read it twice before he could believe that his eyes were
not playing him some trick. Then he sprang up joyously, with a great
light in his face, and ordered his horse. The rest of his mail, even
to Rhoda’s letter, was thrust into his pocket, while he made ready for
immediate journey. Slaves went scurrying hither and thither, urged to
unaccustomed speed by their master’s impetuous commands, and in less
than half an hour he was in his saddle.
He struck across the country on the turnpike road straight for the
Kentucky shore of the Ohio river opposite Hillside. Quicker time
might have been possible by the more roundabout route by railroad to
Cincinnati, but his only thought was that thus he was headed directly
toward the white house on the hill.
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