Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 135: what you’re looking at

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THE CABIN AND THE MANSION. 125 “De curse is a-falling, chile.” ; “Oh, Maumy !” ea “Tt always falls—sooner or later. Wat you got black blood in you veins fur? It’s pizened—since the days of Noah, its pizened. It burns in our veins like fire—it’s got de fire of de burning lake mixed up in it. When white blood _ Funs wid dat, it’s wuss still. Ho! chile, I knew well ’nuff ” w'at you'd come to.” “Does he know it ?” “ Woll, he heard it. But he hoped ag’in hope. Hasn't lived as long as Maum Ginny, or he'd know better. I never hope nothing.” She went on with her cooking. *t you saye me, Maumy ?” “Me, chile ?” “You can do so many things, Ginny !” “ Can’t make black blood white.” TRS WUE eRe A Toc! ik ace Dow mation The cook was in all the hurry and bustle of dishing up a grand dinner. Her assistants were coming in and out, hurrying” between the cabin and the mansion. She scarcely glanced at her forlorn visitor; but once, as she added the “ finishing touch” to a spicy soup, she muttered : “"Twon't spile teir appetites any.” Tt was not until all the various coursg’y had been sent in, and the dessert was on the table, that there was any quiet in the kitchen. Even then Hyperion had not come in, though he knew Rose was there ; 0p tage eA tree see idig eiat day, to assist in the dining-room. After the coffee had been sent in, there was comparative repose. But the cook did not dispose herself to conversation. She drove out the slatternly girl who Came to wash up the kettles and pans, and went at that work herself with a vigor conmniclooolkkssconn a