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Show 140 UNCT .. E TOM'S CABIN : OR, n I don't know what makes me think of my mother so much to-night,, he said. " I have a strange kind of feeling, as if ~he were ncar mo. I keep thinking of things she used to say. Stmngc.' what,brings these past things so vividly bnck to us, somotnncs ! St. Clare walked up and down the room for some minutes more, and then said, . " I believe I 'll go down street, a few moment-a, and hear the news, to-night." lie took his hat, and passed out. Tom followed him to the passage, out of the court, and asked if he shoulrl attend him. 11 No, my boy," said St. Clare. "I shall be back in an hour." Tom sa,t down in the verandah. It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and he sat watching the rising and falling spray of the fountain, und listening to its murmur. 'l'orn thought of his home, and that he should soon be a free man, and able to return to it at wilL He thonght how he should work to buy his wife and boys. lie felt the muscles of his br:twny arms with a sort of joy, as he thought they would soon belong to himself, and how much they could do to work out the freedom of his family. Then he thought of his noble young master, and, ever second to tlmt, came the hnbitunl prayer that he had always oftered for him; nnd then hio thoughts passed on to the beautiful Eva, whom he now thought of among the angels; and he thought till he almost f:tncied that that bright face and golden lwir were looking upon him, out of the spray of the fountain. And, so musing, he fell nsleep, and dreamed he sa.w her coming hounding towards him, just as she used to come, with a wreath of jessamine in her hair, her check~ lwight, and her eyes radiant LIFE AMONG 'l'IIE LOWLY. 141 with delight; but, as he looked, she seemed to rise from the ground; her checks wore a. paler hue,-hor eyes bad a. deep, divine radiance, a. golden halo seemed around her hcad,and she vanished from his sight; and Tom was awakened by a loud knocking, and a sound of many voices at the gate. He hastened to undo it ; and, with smothered voices and heavy tread, came several men, bringing a body, wmpped in a cloak, and lying on a shutter. The light of tho lamp fell full on the face ; and Tom gave a wild cry of amazement and despair, that rung through all the galleries, ns the men advanced, with their burden, to tho open parlor door, whore Miss Ophelia still sat knitting. St. Clare had turned into a cafe, to look over an evening paper. As he was rending, an affray arose between two gentlemen in the room, who were both partially intoxicated. St. Cbre and one or two others made an effort to separate them, and St. Clare received a fatal stab in the side with a bowieknife, which be was attempting to 'nest from one of them. The house was full of cries and lamentations, shrieks and screams; servants frantically tearing their hair, throwing themselves on the ground, or running distractedly about, lamenting. Tom and Miss Ophelia alone seemed to have any presence of mind ; for Marie was in strong hysteric convulsions. At Miss Ophelia's direction, one of the lounges in the parior was hastily prepared, and the bleeding form laid upon it. St. Clare had fainted, through pain and loss of blood; but, as 1iiss Ophelia npplicd restoratives, he revived, opened his eyes, looked fixedly on them, looked earnestly around tho room, his eyes travelling wistfully over every object, and finally they rested on his mother's picture. The physician now arrived, and made his examination. It wns evident, from the expression of his face, that there was |