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Show 310 UNCLE TOM'S CAUIN : Oit, "'Veil, in the Lord's sight, an't wool as _go~ as har~ an! time?" said Dinah. ll I 'd like to have M1sSJS say wluch 1s worth the most,- a couple such as you, or one like me. Get out wjd yc, yo trumpery,- I won't h::wc yo round!" Hero the conrcrsation was interrupted in a two-fold m::mncr. St. Clare's voice was beard at the head of the stairs, asking Adolph if he meant to stay all night with his slmvingwatcr; and :Miss Ophcl~a, coming out of the dining-room, said, 11 Jane and Uosa, what arc you wasting your time for, here? Go in and attend to your muslins." Our friend 'l'om, who had been in the kitchen during the conversation with the old rusk-woman, had followed her out into the street. He saw he'r go on, giving every once in a. while a suppressed groan. At last she set her basket down on a door-step, and began arranging the old, faded shawl which covered her shoulders. n I '11 carry your basket a piece," said Tom, compassionately. "Why should yo?" said the woman. "I don't want no help." " You seem to be sick, or in trouble, or somethin'," said Tom. "I an't sick," said tho woman, shortly. n I ·wish," said Tom, looking at her earnestly,-" I wish I eoulu persuade you to lea\'e off drinking. Don't you know it will be tho ruin of ye, body and soul? " "I knows I'm gwinc to torment," sn.id the woman, sullenly. "Ye don't need to tell me tl1at ar. I 's ugly,! 's wicked,- I 's gwine straight to torment. 0, Lord! I wish I 's thar ! " • LIFE AMO:YO TliE LOWLY. 811 Tom shuddered at those frightful words, spoken with a sullen, impassioned earnestness. "0, Lord have mercy on ye! poor crittur. Han't ye never heard of Jesus Christ?" ''Jesus Christ,-who's he? '' "Why, he 's the Lord," said Tom. "I think I've hearn toll o' the Lord, and the judgment and torment. I 've heard o' that." "But didn't anybody ever tell you of the Lord Jesus, that loved us poor sinners, and died for us?" " Don't know nothin' 'bout that," said the woman; "nobody han't never loved me, since my old man died." " "TJ1cre was you raised ? " said ~rom. "Up in Kentuck. A man kept me to breed ohil'en for market, and sold 'om as fast as they got big enough; last of all, he sold me to a speculator, and my Mas'r got me o' him." "What set you into this bad way of drinkin' ? " " To got shot o' my misery. I had one child after I como here; and I thought then I'd l1ave one to raise, cause Mo.s'r wasn't a speculator. It was do poartest little thing ' and Missis she seemed to think a heap on 't, at first; it never cried,- it was likely and fitt. But liiissis tnok sick, and I tended her; and I tuck the fever, and my milk all left me, and the child it pined to skin and bone, and Missis wouldn't buy milk for it. She wouldn't hoar to me, when I tolled her I hadn't milk. She said she knowed I could feed it on what other folks oat; and tho child kinder pined, and cried, and cried, and cried, day and night, and got all gone to skin and bones, and Missis got sot agin it, and she said 't wan't nothin' but crossness. She wished it was dead she oo.id; and she wouldn't let mo l1avo it o' nights, cause: sho |