Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 95: what you’re looking at

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THE NEGRO SOLILOQUIZING. 07 of several conversations she had found means to hold with Dudley, we shall not pretend to determine. Her uncle and the had, also, two or three times been closeted for a long While together, and the good old man’s communications had probaviy not been without their effect in lessening the load On botn their hearts. To one of these conferences, which Occurred on the evening of the fifth day, Cato, in whose at- tachment and fidelity the utmost confidence was placed, was Called. As Cato issued from the apartment in which he had been honored with a confidential communication from his master, and his much loved and honored “ young missy,” there was something of ludicrous importance in his air; his face wore an expression more nearly approaching to a smile than had been seen on his ebony countenance for several days. A small bundle or package, rolled carefully up, was tucked un- der one arm, and with the other hand closing the door softly md opening a second as noiselessly as possible, he stepped out of the house, and glided along the little path that led toward the village, with a tread as light as if performing the juggler’s trick of walking upon eggs. “Very important bizness Cato has on hand,” he remarked, an air of great self-complacency. “ Reckon they’re be- tin’ to "preciate his gen’us. Can’t get along in big matters ut Cato’s help. No, sah!” walked rapidly forward, continually grinning with de- for he was indeed upon an errand which was a pleasant Lord! golly! hebbens! won’t there be a time when I does itt How dey’ll open dere eyes! Whoop! what's dat? Git our p> = A bat swooped down so close to his ebony visage as to make him recoil in affright, and spring suddenly from the : Golly; tought dere was somebody folierin’ me. Wonder if Tre 8 shostes trabelin’ about to-night !” ‘ afighted n walked several yards on tiptoe, glanc- ing about him, aan ihaning as though he expected to hear the footfall of some apparition ; but, hearing none, he resumed his soliloquy : 38 4 = ° comiclooks. conn = — ,