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CHAPTER 44The LiberatorGEORGE SHELBY had written to his mother merely a line, stating the day that she might expect him home. Of the death-scene of his old friend he had not the heart to write. He had tried several times, and only succeeded in half choking himself; and invariably finished by tearing up the paper, wiping his eyes, and rushing somewhere to get quiet. There was a pleased bustle all through the Shelby mansion, that day, in expec- tation of the arrival of young Mas’r George. Mrs. Shelby was seated in her comfortable parlor, where a cheerful hickory fire was dispelling the chill of the late autumn evening. A supper-table, glittering with plate and cut glass, was set out, on whose arrangements our former friend, old Chloe, was presiding. Arrayed in a new calico dress, with clean, white apron, and high, well- starched turban, her black polished face glowing with satisfaction, she lingered, with needless punctiliousness, around the arrangements of the table, merely as an excuse for talking a little to her mistress. “Laws, now! won’t it look natural to him?” she said. “Thar,- I set his plate just whar he likes it,- round by the fire. Mas’r George allers wants de warm seat. O, go way!- why didn’t Sally get out de best teapot,- de little new one, Mas’r |
