Penny Dreadfuls, 1895 · page 193 of 215
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as he, rink. if ee in FY + ater 7: ve iF o Wh ail 4%, ‘ 1"0 A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. ‘f Aunt Debby!’’ exclaimed Aurian, unable to say more, and jumping from the carriage she threw her arms about the honest old negress’ neck, where she wept like a child. General Laucier showed that he was deeply moved, and his greeting was spoken in a husky voice scarcely above a whisper. ‘‘Dis is wuth all dis waitin’ an’ care. I’se turrible sorry I got no word ob yo’ comin’ or I’d had sumfin’ wuth eatin’ fo’ yo’ supper. Yo’ see,’’ she added, by way of apology, ‘*Massa Esten an’ I lib powerful clus dese days.’’ | ‘“Never mind that, aunty. We did not expect to find any one here, so we have taken a small amount of provisions with us, and more is on the road with Mrs. Ralston. But there is somebody in the carriage behind us you would like to see I know.’’ ‘*Halloo, Aunt Debby!’’ called out Carroll Sonthard. ‘*How have you got along all these trying times?’’ ‘*‘Who dat spoke? Why bress me ef ’tain’t little Massa Cal! When will dese ’mazin’ t’ings stop happ’nin’? I nebber, nebber so glad to see enny one in all dese bo’n days. ’’ Aunt Debby’s greeting was genuine, and it was some time before she could think of anything else. ‘Aunt Debby!’’ said one of Carroll Southard’s compan- ions, leaning forward from her seat so she could lay her hand on the overjoyed negress’ shoulder, ‘‘I should know you if I had forgotten everybody else. You are the same dear old soul you were twenty years ago. Have you for- gotten little Bertie Graydon whom you used to fondle on your knees so many, many years ago?’’ Aunt Debby suddenly became silent and she fixed her gaze upon the speaker for a long minute without speaking and then in her excitement she did not reply, but starting toward the manor as fast as her clumsy limbs would permit, she cried at the top of her voice: ‘*Massa Lancier! Massa Lancier! come hyur quick! Dis EComicboo cS (ee)