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“PRE I IS, MASSA !”’ 45 “Tye come to see you, "Square, about that piece of land along the river that you want to sell. You know we've had some talk about it. Mind to go up and have a talk over it? “T will do so, willingly ; but. are you in a great hurry ?” asked Mr. Sedley. “Tam, rather. Why did you ask?” “Well, you see,” laughed the old gentleman, “I have im- portant matters to attend to; and, if you were a mind to put it off for a day or two, why, I would take it as a great accom- modation.” “Very important business! If it ain’t impudent, I'll ask hat it might be? No ’bjection to telling, I s’pose ?” “Oh, no; the truth is, my niece, Lucy, is to be married, and we are very busy making the arrangements.” The old man did not see the scowl that passed over the face of the horseman; but, concealing his emotions, Hugh. Overton asked, with a matter-of-fact air ; “T s’pose young Dudley is the happy man ?” _ © ¥es, of course; he is anxious to celebrate the affair, as he intends leaving very shortly. Couldn’t you wait till the matter is over ?” “I should be glad, indeed, Square, to ’commodate you; but, you see, I’ve charge of my brother’s keel-boat, and we're just on the pint of departure for New Orleans, so I’ve got to hurry through with my business here.” “ How soon do you expect to go ?” “In six or eight hours, like enough.” “I will go with you, then. Cato! Cato!” called Mr. Sedley, looking around for his negro, “Where can that darkey be? He is hardly ever at hand when he is needed. » Cato! Cato!” By-and-by a faint voice, as if far beneath the surface of the earth, was heard, answering: “I's c-o-m-i-n-g; s-0-o-n be d-e-r-e, M a-s-s-a.” “That black scamp is the greatest pest of my life. Only this morning he actually put a target up on our brindle a horn, and fired at it, killing the cow, as might have “Here I is, Massa,” yelled the darkey in question, sailing around the corner of tke house under full speed. conmiclooolkks.conn