Mandy Ann knew that neither her hair, nor any part of her person, was in
danger from her young mistress, and after a few more scratches in the
dirt after an imaginary lost article, she arose and joined Sonsie, to
whom Eudora gave a few instructions, and then with her guest walked
across the clearing to a bench which Jake had made for her, and which
was partially sheltered by a tall palm. Here they sat down while he
unfolded his plan, plainly and concisely, and leaving no chance for
opposition, had the crushed, quivering creature at his side felt
inclined to make it. As Mandy Ann had said she hadn't much spirit, and
what little she had was slain as she listened, while her face grew white
as her dress, and her hands were linked together on her lap. The sun had
just gone down, and the full moon was rising and throwing its light upon
the clearing and the girl, whose face and attitude touched her
companion, cold and hard as he was, but he must carry his point.
"You see it is for the best and you promise; you will remember," he
said, taking one of her hands and wondering to find it so cold.
"Yes, oh, yes," she replied, every word a gasp. "I thought--I hoped--you
had done come to take,--or to stay--not here, but somewhar--but I see
you can't. You know best. I ain't fittin' to go yet, but I'll try, and I
promise all you ask; but don't let it be long. The days are so lonesome
since I come home, and things seem different since I knew you; but I
promise, and will remember and do my best."
Half his burden rolled away. He could be very kind now, for he knew he
could trust her to the death, and putting his arm around her, he drew
her close to him and said, "You are a good girl, Eudora. I shall not
forget it; but why do you tremble so? Are you cold?"
"Yes--no," she answered, nestling so close to him that the rose in her
dress was loosened and fell to the ground.
He picked it up, but did not put it in his pocket as a keepsake. He gave
it back to her, and she fastened it again to her dress, saying, "I do'
know why I shake, only it seems's if somethin' had died that I hoped
for. But it is all right, becase you care for me. You love me."
She lifted up her face on which the moonlight fell, making a picture the
man never forgot to the last day of his life. He did not tell her he
loved her, he could not; but for answer he stooped and kissed her, and
she--poor, simple girl--was satisfied.
"If I could tell Jake, it would be some comfort," she said at last,
timidly, and her companion answered quickly. "Tell Jake! Never! You must
not be too familiar with your servants."
"Jake is more than a servant. He is everything to me," the girl
answered, with rising spirit. "He would die for me, and if anything
happened to me and you did not come, I think he would kill you."
There was something of Southern fire in her eyes as she said this, which
made the stranger laugh as he replied, "Nothing will happen, and I'm not
afraid of Jake."
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