Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 17: what you’re looking at

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AUNTIN CLARE. | 19 the happiness of such young and hopeful persons. Luke had 'a knowledge of business which stood in lieu of capital, and he kissed the tears off Mary’s cheek on the day wpon which they heard of this misfortune, and managed to laugh quite cheerfully, when he had broken the news to her. “Oh, if you can afford to laugh, I’m sure 1 can,” she: said, and was bright again in a moment. “No use crying over spilt milk, as I allers tell Jupe when he comes whinin’ round,” said Auntie Clare, who had been in the room when Bryant came in with his story, “ but if dat bank am broke, I take my eapabipeyae eee dem.as broke it hab saved de pieces—so /” pA. Auntie had never been in a court-room te wigive testimony, for she was a black, and had not that privilege, but she had afavorite habit of “taking her asservation,’ whatever that was, upon. every occasion which demanded energy of opinion. When we were first introduced to the Millers they kept no help ; but when Luke came into the family he would no Jone- er permit this state of affairs. Mr. Miller. sometimes was a Victiny to attacks of chills and fever, and must no longer at- tempt to manage the rough out-door work of the little farm. As for Madam Mary, she must take her whole time to look pretty and devote: herself to her husband.» §o, a faithful colored man and wife being obtained for a reasonable com- pensation, a shanty was built for them behind the main house; : and it was the woman who now expressed her shrewd belief that the officers of the broken bank had saved the’ pieces. Where she obtained her knowledge of the mysteries of finan- cial crises, we can not say; but no- doubt her surmise was not a ridiculous one. “ You've hit the nail on the head, auntie,” remarked Luke. “Laws, vank you, Massa Bryant,” she answered, dropping a delighted curtsy. “I only wish you could hit dem as . Straight on de head. W’at wid wild-cat banks and counter- fighting, don’no w’at dis conntry’s comin’ to. I’s glad I’s only & nigger, and got all my money wrapped up ina Tag _ put away in-dat broken pitcher.” "* Then you haye'some money, ‘have yout o” asked Mary, mischievously, “ Got some? who said so ?” cried auntie, dismay ed at finding connicloooks. com