Watson's Jeffersonian magazine [serial] . was still alive when the Majormet the surgeon at the door. I mean to set him free, criedj\rr. Bland; but the surgeon answered: God has already made out hisemancipation papers, sir. He is duein Heaven tonight. When the poor fellow heard hismasters tread, he put one feeble handout through the darkness, which wasgathering about him, and clasped theLlajors fast. Marse Joe, he said faintly, Jimcudnt die befo you come. Will yobelief Jim now? Yes, boy, yes! Marse Joe, I didnt take em— A bitter cry broke forth fromAlick: Marster, I took em. The
Watson's Jeffersonian magazine [serial] . was still alive when the Majormet the surgeon at the door. I mean to set him free, criedj\rr. Bland; but the surgeon answered: God has already made out hisemancipation papers, sir. He is duein Heaven tonight. When the poor fellow heard hismasters tread, he put one feeble handout through the darkness, which wasgathering about him, and clasped theLlajors fast. Marse Joe, he said faintly, Jimcudnt die befo you come. Will yobelief Jim now? Yes, boy, yes! Marse Joe, I didnt take em— A bitter cry broke forth fromAlick: Marster, I took em. The IMajor sank on his knees by thedying man:—? Jim—Jim—forgive me, boy! IveAvronged you, but I didnt mean to,he exclaimed. A smile quivered on the poorpinched features of that black fae<3so fast becoming gray. He drew hismasters hand to his lips and kissedit: I knows yo didnt mean ter,Marse Joe. Don cry. Im notafred ter die—Im gwine home. Vmmos thar now—Good—bye—Good—bye. Fergibe po Aliek. And Jim had left HOW MUCH LONGER DO YOU WANT THfS HUMILIATING SPECTACLE TO CONTINUE?Drawn by Gordon Nye. ANN BOYD. BY WILL N. HARBEN.
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