Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 27: what you’re looking at

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OLD CLARE’S ADVICE. 29 married, their husbands pay them for it by looking after new faces.” ; “T’m not much of a drudge, Nettie; Luke has not let me do a hand’s turn since I was his wife. Not enough, I told him, to keep me healthy.” “ Oh, I didn’t mean that. Only I’m bound to have a good time, and I want you to share it. DP’ve money to spend, and I mean to spend it for my own enjoyment I suppose Luke left you comfortably supplied with the needful?” and the black eyes shone out brightly beneath the drooped lashes. “ All I shall want to use, certainly.” “I’m glad you’ve got a nigger to do the work. I confess to no taste for broiling my face and baking my hands !” con- tinued Annette, as Auntie Clare came into the room, curious to see the new relative, and ready to welcome her with gen- uine African sunshine. That was all the greeting she gave auntie. Too selfish to consider the rights or feelings of those who worked for her, she had lived in New Orleans just long enough to learn to regard slaves as a species of “ chattel,’ and not long enough to pay them that attention with which many southern mis- tresses were accustomed to treat their house-servants. Old Clare had not lived so long without being able to tell the real difference between a real lady and the false article; Mrs. Par- Cell’s fine clothes and finer airs did not deceive her; she took & strong dislike to the visitor, which she could not at all times conceal from the family. “ Don’ you be led away by her,” she said, after Annette had been there for several weeks, and had ovyer-persuaded mary into buying a new silk dress and a handsome shawl ; your clo’es is good enough now, Miss Bryant. Don’ car’ wat she Says; young ladies whose husbands is away ought to be keerful, and not show off too much. Time ’nough to buy such trash when Massa Bryant is back, safe and soun’. S’posin’ ye’'d have to go into mournin’, them things would be jist throwed away !” “Oh, don’t auntie!” eried Mary, bursting into tears. “TI knew I ought not to have got them, and I did not want them. Nettie teased me into it.” “ Don’ you be teased by her, I tells ye. Tl take my Comicloooks.com