llage and intimidation which the
whites of Wilmington have resorted to? And for what?" Thus she
soliloquized as she watched the day die. The clock in the old
Presbyterian Church slowly chimed the hour of six. A long jingle of the
doorbell awoke Mrs. McLane from her reverie. "Mrs. Hill, Mrs. Bruce and
Mrs. Engel, missis," said a servant, slightly pulling the door ajar and
pushing her head in. "All right, Margaret, I'll be right down," answered
the lady. "Tell Aunt Susan that the guests I expected to tea are here."
"Yes m'm." The servant disappeared, and Mrs. McLane slowly descended to
the parlor. "Why, Marjorie!" exclaimed Mrs. Bruce, as the hostess glided
into the parlor, where the three women sat chatting. "How could you stay
at home from church on such a lovely day! You missed a treat, you--"
"Tea's ready, missis," said Margaret, appearing suddenly in the parlor
door. "Now, ladies, we must retire to the dining room and let
conversation aid digestion; remember that my tea has waited until half
an hour past the usual time for you. So, without further delay, let me
lead the way to tea," and Mrs. McLane proceeded to the dining room,
followed by her three visitors. "Well, from Mrs. Bruce's exclamation
when I entered a while ago I must infer that you all enjoyed church
service immensely." "Well, I should say so," promptly answered Mrs.
Bruce. "I don't see how any one could have remained at home on such a
day as this. And, you know, we have so much to be thankful for. Dr. Jose
quoted for his text, 'He that is slow to anger is better than the
mighty, and he that controlleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.'
'We have taken a city,' said he, 'our city; freed it from ignorance and
misrule.' I, for one, am grateful to see our men have so nobly shown to
the women of Wilmington that they are worthy of our loyalty and
devotion. I said to my husband, after reading that infamous and
slanderous article in the Record, that our men were too pigeon-livered
to take that Nigger out and give him what he deserves; and I think it
was just such talk from our women in the households that brought about
this revolution. Such as the white people of Wilmington have been
compelled to resort to would never have happened had the
good-for-nothing Yankee left the black where he belonged, instead of
wrenching him from his master and then educating him into the belief
that he is as good as he who owned him. This Manly is a new Nigger--a
product of Yan