"  Oh,  Misse  Cassy  !  "  said  Tom,  throwing  himself  before  her,
"  for  the  dear  Lord's  sake  that  died  for  ye,  don't  sell  your  pre-
cious soul  to  the  devU,  that  way !  Nothing  but  evil  will  come
of  it.  The  Lord  has  n't  called  us  to  wrath.  "We  must  suffer,
and  wait  his  time."

"^  "Wait !  "  said  Cassy.  "  Have  n't  I  waited  ?  —  waited  till  my
iiead  is  dizzy  and  my  heart   sick?      "What  has  he  made  me


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suffer  ?  What  has  he  made  hundreds  of  poor  creatures  sufiEer  ?
Is  n't  he  wringing  the  life-blood  out  of  you  ?  I  'm  called  on  ;
they  call  me !  His  time 's  come,  and  I  '11  have  his  heart's
blood!"

"  No,  no,  no ! "  said  Tom,  holding  her  small  hands,  which
were  clenched  with  spasmodic  violence.  "No,  ye  poor,  lost
■soul,  that  ye  must  n't  do.  The  dear,  blessed  Lord  never  shed
no  blood  but  his  own,  and  that  he  poured  out  for  us  when  we
was  enemies.  Lord,  help  us  to  follow  his  steps,  and  love  our
enemies."

"  Love  !  "  said  Cassy,  with  a  fierce  glare ;  "  love  siich  ene-
mies !     It  is  n't  in  flesh  and  blood."

"  No,  Misse,  it  is  n't,"  said  Tom,  looking  up  ;  "  but  He  gives
it  to  us,  and  that 's  the  victory.  When  we  can  love  and  pray
over  all,  and  through  all,  the  battle  's  past,  and  the  victory  's
come,  —  glory  be  to  God  !  "  And,  with  streaming  eyes  and
choking  voice  the  black  man  looked  up  to  heaven.
