y endeared
him to her. Ere a year had elapsed from the time of their marriage, Mrs.
Morton presented her husband with a lovely daughter, who seemed to knit
their hearts still closer together. This child they named Jane; and
before the expiration of the second year, they were blessed with another
daughter, whom they named Adrika.

These children grew up to the ages of ten and eleven, and were then
sent to the North to finish their education, and receive that refinement
which young ladies cannot obtain in the Slave States.

CHAPTER X. THE QUADROON'S HOME

A FEW miles out of Richmond is a pleasant place, with here and there a
beautiful cottage surrounded by trees so as scarcely to be seen. Among
these was one far retired from the public roads, and almost hidden
among the trees. This was the spot that Henry Linwood had selected for
Isabella, the eldest daughter of Agnes. The young man hired the house,
furnished it, and placed his mistress there, and for many months no one
in his father's family knew where he spent his leisure hours.

When Henry was not with her, Isabella employed herself in looking after
her little garden and the flowers that grew in front of her cottage. The
passion-flower, peony, dahlia, laburnum, and other plants, so abundant
in warm climates, under the tasteful hand of Isabella, lavished their
beauty upon this retired spot, and miniature paradise.

Although Isabella had been assured by Henry that she should be free and
that he would always consider her as his wife, she nevertheless felt
that she ought to be married and acknowledged by him. But this was an
impossibility under the State laws, even had the young man been disposed
to do what was right in the matter. Related as he was, however, to one
of the first families in Virginia, he would not have dared to marry a
woman of so low an origin, even had the laws been favorable.

Here, in this secluded grove, unvisited by any other except her
lover, Isabella lived for years. She had become the mother of a lovely
daughter, which its father named Clotelle. The complexion of the child
was still fairer than that of its mother. Indeed, she was not darker
than other white children, and as she grew older she more and more
resembled her father.

As time passed away, Henry became negligent of Isabella and his child,
so much so, that days and even weeks passed without their seeing him,
or knowing where he was. Becoming more acquainted with the world, a