o show his excessive
disappointment. In the corner sat the woman, on a low bench--her head was
bent forward on her lap, and she was swaying her body slightly, keeping
motion with her foot.

"What is the woman's name, Bacchus?" asked Mr. Weston in a low tone.

"I axed her dis mornin, sir. Its Sarah--Sarah Mills."

Mr. Weston walked up nearer to her, and was regarding her, when she
suddenly looked up into his face. Finding herself observed, she made an
effort to look unconcerned, but it did not succeed, for she burst into
tears.

"I'm sorry to see you here, Sarah," said Mr. Weston, "you look too
respectable to be in such a situation." Sarah smoothed down her apron, but
did not reply. "What induced you to run away? You need not be afraid to
answer me truthfully. I will not do you any harm."

"My blessed grief!" said Bacchus. "No, master couldn't do no harm to a
flea."

"Hush, Bacchus," said Mr. Weston.

There was something in Mr. Weston's appearance that could not be mistaken.
The woman gave him a look of perfect confidence, and said--

"I thought I could better myself, sir."

"In what respect? Had you an unkind master?" said Mr. Weston.

"No," said the woman, "but my husband I was afear'd might be sold, and I
thought I could make so much money at the North, that I could soon help him
to buy himself. He's a barber, sir, lives on the Avenue, and his master,
when he was young, had him taught the barber's trade. Well, his master told
him some time ago that he might live to himself, and pay him so much a
month out o' what he made, but seemed as if he couldn't get along to do it.
My husband, sir, drinks a good deal, and he couldn't do it on that account;
so, a year or two ago his master sent for him, and told him that he was
worthless, and unless he could buy himself in three years he would sell
him. He said he might have himself for five hundred dollars, and he could
have earned it, if he hadn't loved whiskey so, but 'pears as if he can't do
without that. We aint got no children, thank God! so when the Abolitionists
advised me to go off, and told me they would take care of me until I got
out of my master's reach, and I could soon make a sight of money to buy my
husband, I thought I would go; and you see, sir, what's come of it."

Sarah tried to assume the same look of unconcern, and again she wept
bitterly.

"I don't mean to reproach you, now that you are in trouble," said Mr.
Weston, "but you colored people in t