make a fuss

make a fuss over the brutes, while the lawyers bag all the game worth a dollar. Never seed a nigger yet what raised a legal squall, that didnt get used up in law leakins lawyers are sainted pocket masters. Butthat kind a stuff.it takes a mighty deal of crosscornered swearing to turn it into property. The only way ye can drive the peg in so the lawyers wont get hold ont, is by sellin out to old graspumnorman, i meanhe does up such business as fine as a fiddle. Make the best strike with him ye canhes as tough as a knot on nigger trade.and, if theres any making

Before she had

Before she had fully digested this remark they were on the sidewalk again. In the act of escorting her to his van, now under her guidance, he suddenly stopped in front of hers and lost himself in wondering contemplation of the group painted on the side in the best style of teastore art. Suffering raphael. He exclaimed at length. Whats the lady in the pink shroud supposed to be saying to the bearded patriarch in the nightie. Whats it all about, anyway. The title, replied anne leffingwell, indicating a line of

to enjoin the

to enjoin the schedule he files in bankruptcy unless ye show how they were purchased by him. Perchance on some legal uncertainty it might be done,by your producing proof that he had made an admission, anterior to the levy, of their being purchased by him, romescos continues, very wisely appealing to his learned and constitutional friend, mr. Scranton, who yields his assent by adding that the remarks are very legal, and contain truths worth considering, inasmuch as they involve great principles of popular government. I think our worthy friend has a clear idea of the

would have been

would have been a great acquisition to the federal government, inasmuch as it would have facilitated all its southern american projects. The point in question at present, and which they must get over, in order to prove the property, is made more difficult by the doubt in which the origin of clotilda has always been involved. Many are the surmises about her parentagemany are the assertions that she is not of negro extractionshe has no one feature indicating itbut no one can positively assert where she came from in a word, no one dare.

Hence is constituted

Hence is constituted the ground for fearing the issue of marstons notice of freedom. Well. Ill own it puzzles my cunnin theres a way to get round itthere isbut deuced if taint too much for my noddle, romescos interposes, taking a little more whiskey, and seeming quite indifferent about the whole affair. Supposemarstoncomesforward. Yes, and brings somebody to swear as a kind a sideways. Thatll be a poser in asserting their freedom itll saddle you creditors with the burden of proof. Therell be the rub and ye cant plead a right

constitutional acumen. He

constitutional acumen. He addresses himself to a mercantilelooking gentleman who sits at the opposite side of the table, attentively listening. He is one of several of marstons creditors, who sit at the table they have attached certain property, and having some doubts of overthrowing marstons plea of freedom, which he has intimated his intention to enter, have called in the valuable aid of romescos. That indomitable individual, however, has more interests than one to serve, and is playing his cards with great diplomatic skill. Indeed, he often remarks that his wonderful diplomatic skill

settled. Now then.

settled. Now then. Mr. Scranton rests his elbow on the table, makes many legal gesticulations with his finger he, however, disclaims all and every connection with the legal body, inasmuch as its members have sunk very much in the scale of character, and will require a deal of purifying ere he can call them brothers but he knows a thing or two of constitutional law, and thus proceeds taint a whit of matter about the woman, barring the dockerments all right. You only want to prove that marston bought her, thats all. As for the young scraps, whysupposing they are histhat wont

make a bit

make a bit of difference they are property for all that, subject to legal restraints. Your claim will be valid against it. You may have to play nicely over some intricate legal points. But, remember, nigger law is wonderfully elastic it requires superhuman wisdom to unravel its social and political intricacies, and when i view it through the horoscope of an indefinite future it makes my very head ache. You may, however, let your claim revert to another, and traverse the case until such time as you can procure reliable proof to convict. Mr. Scranton asserts this as the force of his legal and

is free. Now,

is free. Now, gentlemen, in the absence of my law books, and without the least scruple that i am legally right, for im seldom legally wrong, having been many years secretary to a senator in congress who made it my particular duty to keep him posted on all points of the constitutionhe drawls out with the serious complacency of a london beggari will just say that, whatever is legal must be just. Laws are always founded in justicethats logical, you see,and i always maintained it long afore i come south, long afore i knowed a thing about nigger law. The point, thus far, you see, gentlemen, ive

the thing over

the thing over in his mind at the moment, makes no reply. The gentleman turns to mr. Scrantonthe same methodical gentleman we have described with the good mrs. Rosebrookhopes he will be good enough to advise on the point in question. Mr. Scranton sits in all the dignity of his serious philosophy, quite unmoved his mind is nearly distracted about all that is constitutionally right or constitutionally wrong. He is bound to his own ways of thinking, and would suffer martyrdom before his own conscientious scruples would allow him to acknowledge a right superior to that constitution. As

for the humanity.

for the humanity. That has nothing to do with the constitution, nothing to do with the laws of the land, nothing to do with popular government,nothing to do with anything, and never should be taken into consideration when the point at issue involved negro property. The schedule of humanity would be a poor account at ones bankers. Mr. Scranton begins to smooth his face, which seems to elongate like a wet moon. The question is, as i understand it, gentlemen, how far the law will give you a right to convict and sell the woman in the absence of papers and against the assertions of her owner, that she

intimacy of the

intimacy of the ttette across a table than a subtle change manifested itself in his attitude. Gayety was still the keynote of his talk, but the note of the personal and insistent had gone. And, at the end, when he had paid the bill and she asked whats my share, please. Twoten, he replied promptly and without protest. My name, said she, is anne leffingwell. Thank you, he replied gravely. But the twinkle reappeared in his eye as he added of course, that was rudimentary about the check.

It is poor

It is poor ellen juvarna she has been cured for the market. She might have said, and with truth,you dont know me now, so wonderful are they who deal with my rights in this our world of liberty. Chapter xvii. A not uncommon scene slightly changed. Romescos, having withdrawn from the saloon while the excitement raged highest, may be seen, with several others, seated at a table in the upper room. They are in earnest consultation,evidently

Havnt told where

Havnt told where ye got her, yet, interrupts the sprig none of yer crossin corners, general. Well, i started up that gal of elder pemberton praiseworthy. She takes it into her mind to get crazed now and then, and marston had to sell her and the elder bought her for a trifle, cured up her thinkintrap, got her sound up for market, and i makes a strike with the elder, and gets her at a tall bargain. Mr. Obrodereque has lost none of his dignity, none of his honour, none of his hopes of getting into congress by the speculation.

he shakes his

he shakes his head knowingly, thrusts his hands deep into his breeches pockets, smiles with an air of great consequence. Where did ye raise the critter. Devil of a feller ye be, brodereque. Says a young sprig, giving his hat a particular set on the side of his head, and adjusting his eyeglass anew. Ye aint gin her a name, in all the showin, he continues, drawlingly. That gal. She aint worth so much, ater all. Shes of marstons stock ellen juvarna, i think they call her. Shes only good for her looks, in the animal way,thats all.

were carried off

were carried off by legitimate winners. This specific part of the scene over, a band of negro minstrels are introduced, who strike up their happy glees, the music giving new life to the revelry. Such a medley of drinking, gambling, and carousing followed, as defies description. What a happy thing it is to be free they feel this,it it is a happy feeling. The sport lasts till the small hours of morning advance. Romescos is seen leaving the saloon very quietly. There. Says mr. Obrodereque exultingly, he hasnt got so much of a showing. That nigger gal aint what shes cracked up to be. And

Romescos spreads himself

Romescos spreads himself wonderfully, throws his dice, and exults over the result. He has turned up three sixes at the first and second throws, and two sixes and five at the third. Beat that. Who can. He says. No one discovers that he has, by a very dexterous movement, slipped a set of false dice into the box, while obrodereque diverted attention at the moment by introducing the pony into the saloon. We will pass over many things that occurred, and inform the reader that romescos won the first prizethe woman. The dog and pony prizes

everything else but

everything else but the fact is, there is a collusion between romescos and the honourable mr. Obrodereque. The former is playing his part to create a rivalry that will put dollars and cents into the pocket of the latter. Well. Exclaims romescos, with great indifference, as soon as the sale had concluded, ive got seven throws, all lucky ones. Ill take any mans bet for two hundred dollars that i gets the gal prize. Nobody seems inclined to accept the challenge. A table is set in the centre of the saloon, the dice are brought on, amidst a

romescos shouts at

romescos shouts at the top of his voice. His eyes glare with anxiety,his red, savage face, doubly sunscorched, glows out as he elbows his way through the crowd up to the desk, where sits a corpulent clerk. Beg your pardon, gentlemen not so fast, if you please. He says, entering names in his ledger, receiving money, doing the polite of the establishment. Romescoss coat and nether clothing are torn in several places, a huntingbelt girdles his waist a bowieknife sheffield make protrudes from his breastpocket, his hair hangs in jagged tufts

over the collar

over the collar of his coat, which, with the rough moccasons on his feet, give him an air of fierce desperaton and recklessness. His presence is evidently viewed with suspicion he is a curious object which the crowd are willing to give ample space to. No, you dont take em all, neither. Says another, in a defiant tone. The remaining chances are at once put up for sale they bring premiums, as one by one they are knocked down to the highest bidders, some as much as fifty per cent. Advance. Gentlemen are not to know it, because mr. Obrodereque thinks his honour above

the acclamations and

the acclamations and plaudits of the crowd, who call for the raffle. Mr. Obrodereque hopes gentlemen are satisfied with what they have seen, and will pledge his honour that the pony and dog are quite as sound and healthy as the wench whose portions they have had a chance to shy and for whichthe extra sightthey should pay an extra treat. This, however, his generosity will not allow him to stand upon and, seeing how time is precious, and the weather warm, he hopes his friends will excuse the presence of the animals, take his word of honour in consideration of the sight of the wench.

the very thighs,

the very thighs, holding the loose folds of her dress in her hands. There is no sympathy for those moistened eyes oh, no. It is a luscious feastpuritans have no part in the sinfor those who, in our land of love and liberty, buy and sell poor human nature, and make it food for serving hell. Naked she stands for minutes the assembled gentlemen have feasted their eyes,good men have played the part of their good natures. General obrodereque, conscious of his dignity, orders her to be taken down. The waiter performs the duty, and she is led out midst

their realestate impressions

their realestate impressions and information. He revealed that there was no available spot fit to dwell in on the west side, or in midtown. She had explored park avenue and the purlieus thereof extensively and without success. There remained only the outer darkness to the southward for anything which might meet the needs of either. In the event of a discovery they agreed, on her insistence, to gamble for it by the approved method of the tossed coin the winner has the choice. Throughout the luncheon the girl approved her escorts manner and bearing as unexceptionable. No sooner had they entered into the implied

smooths the long

smooths the long beard on his haggard face. Strip her down. The request is no sooner made, than mr. Obrodereque mounts the stand to perform the feat. Great country this, gentlemen. He speaks, taking her by the shoulders. All off. All off, general. Is the popular demand. The sensitive nature of the innocent girl recoils she cringes from his touch she shudders, and vainly attempts to resist. She must yield the demand is imperative. Her dress falls at mr. Obrodereques touch. She stands before the gazing crowd, exposed to

turns her head

turns her head bashfully, covers her face with her hands. Her feelings gush forth in a stream of tears she cannot suppress them longer. There is a touching beauty in her face, made more effective by the deplorable condition to which she is reduced. Again she looks upward, and covers her face with her hands her soul seems merged in supplication to the god who rules all things aright. He is a forgiving god. Can he thus direct mans injustice to man, while this poor broken flower thus withers under the bane. Sad, melancholy,

doomed. There is

doomed. There is no hope, no joy for her. She weeps over her degradation. Stop that whimperin. Says a ruffianly bystander, who orders a coloured boy to let down her hair. He obeys the summons it falls in thick, black, undulating tresses over her neck and shoulders. A few moments more, and she resumes a calm appearance, looks resolutely upon her auditors, with indignation and contempt pictured in her countenance. Shell soon get over that. Ejaculates another bystander, as he

in his own

in his own greatness his red face glows redder, he makes a theatrical gesticulation with his right hand, crumples his hair into curious points, and proceedsthe lucky man what gets the gal prize is to treat the crowd. This is seconded and carried by acclamation, without a dissenting voice. A murmuring noise, as of some one in trouble, is now heard at the door the crowd gives way a beautiful mulatto girl, in a black silk dress, with low waist and short sleeves, and morocco slippers on her feet, is led in and placed upon the stand mr. Obrodereque has just

reference to the

reference to the throes of anguish that are piercing the wounded soul of the woman. A gentleman what aint got a fivedollar bill in his pocket better not show his winkers in this crowd. After that, gentlemen, theres a slapup pony, and one of the knowinest dogs outside of a courthouse. Now,gents. If this aint some tall doings,some of a raffle, just take my boots and ill put it for texas. A chance for a nigger gala ponya dog who on arth wants more, gentlemen. Mr. Obrodereque again throws back his coat, shrugs his shoulders, wipes

the perspiration from

the perspiration from his brow, and is about to descend from the table. No, he wont come down just yet. He has struck a vein his friends are getting up a favourable excitement. Bravo. Bravo.long may general brodereque keep the hospitable your house. Who wouldnt give a vote for brodereque at the next election. Reechoes through the room. One more remark, gentlemen. Mr. Brodereque again wipes the perspiration from his forehead, and orders a glass of water, to loosen his oratorical organs. He drinks the water, seems to increase

the crowdthink about

the crowdthink about being young again. And, my friends below thirtymy young friendsah, ye rascals. I thought id play the tune on the right string.he laughs, and puts his finger to his mouth quizzicallyi likes to suit ye, and please ye own her up, now, dont i. Hurrah. For brod,brods a trump. Again resounds from a dozen voices. They all agree to the remark that nobody can touch the great mr. Obrodereque in getting up a nice bit of fun, amusing young men with