Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 39: what you’re looking at

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IN PRISON. 41 he spent his ingenuity in efforts to find matter in support of this line of argument. He had, thus fur, obtained no clue; and when he heard of the “ piano testimony” he was almost in despair, for he saw, at a glance, how damaging it was to his client, whose sole defense, in absence of such proof as he in vain looked for, would have to be her hitherto unsullied char- neter. Destroy her reputation for deafness, and all was gone, When her lawyer went in, Mary was sitting by the win- dow, embroidering a little dress. She looked so. pale and sad, and yet wore such a pure, elevated expression, that he was touched to tears, Old Auntie Clare sat at her mistress’s feet, knitting. Nothing could keep her from her duty at that post. In consideration of the prisoner’s health, she had been given the best room in the jail, an upper room with good light and air, which the negress had furnished with articles brought from home. Mary’s own bed and chair were there, the floor was carpeted, and she was allowed her sewing im- plements. Auntie cooked all her food, waiting upon her as if she were “ the lady of the land.” “Tt is not so, bad, being in prison, after all,” Mary had just been saying, with an effort at cheerfulness ; ‘if it were not. for poor futher and mother, I could bear it very well, Tlow is mother loday, auntie ?” “Oh, she jus’ fus’ rate. Don’ you fret about her. Jupe he washes de dishes and scrubs de floor, and does de,churnin’, He works like a dog, Jupe does, dese days. Nebber saw him 80 smart before. He's as. peart as a boy. T’ings goes on like clockwork to hum, Its cur’us to. see Jupe. He hain’t a bit. o? appelite; gence you was taken up, but he does a mighty sight o’ work. He says he don’ mean to have Massa Bryant find fault wen he gets back, Dar! I didn’t mean to men- tion Massa Bryant's name,” as she saw the tears spring to Mary’s eyes, “ we’s all of us got him on our minds, but I know you can’t bear to hear him spoke of.” “Yes I can. Oh, Clare! will the slow, slow days ever pass until he comes? I’m so afraid they'll try me before he gets back, I shall die if I don’t have him to sustain me,” ; | “Dar’s One even better dan your husban’, chile. He will connicloooks.com