Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 14: what you’re looking at

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8 MAUM GUINEA. ering the broad roof, making, with its French windows, and yvine-wreathed pillars, an attractive residence. Glimpses could be had of the out-buildings, and negro-houses further back, but the profusion of shade was such that these objects were almost hidden, showing justenough of themselves to give life to a Saas of might otherwise have seemed lonely, from the ce of neighbors, ° s While the servants stood at the gate, happy in their broad flirtation, the curtains were parted from one of the upper windows, and a young lady looked fosth, her pink lawn dress and dark hair fluttering in the light breeze. “Rose !” she called, after leaning out a moment, to be sure that there was no one at oe front of the house whom she did not wish there. — “ Laws, dar’s missus, callin’, Spec’ dat answer's writ a’ready,”—and the young girl ran at the summons, leaving her companion thinking how “ mighty quick that young lady mus’ be at writin’,’—when the truth was, she had been longer composing the brief note than its limits seemed to warrant. The missive came wavering down into a rose-bush as Rose reached the spot. The writer watched til] she saw it depos- ited in Hyperion’s vest-pocket, and himself mounted upon the horse that had borne him from a neighboring plantation, when she disappeared from the window. “Don’ belieb any more dat Jim’s lies. You kin see for yourself my ancle’s lame, else massa wouldn’ "lowed me to ride dis hoss. Will you be to home next Sunnay night ?— ‘cause I got suthin Jerry pertikler to say, Rose.” “Ef I don’ make no promise, I shan’ break none. Jim said he'd hab his banjo ober to mammy’s cabin, Sunnsy night.” life, if you want to. Shall I gib Jim your complimens ?” be a ~ they x =. 7 CoOmmicloooks.corn