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“Yer doan say nuffin ’bout lub in dis yer ‘rangement,” Suky simpered, sidling up to him.

“Oh, dat kind ob sent’ment ‘ll do fer common niggahs,” Jeff explained with dignity. “I’se hurd my missus talk ’bout ‘liances ‘twixt people of quality. Ki! Suky, I’se in a’sition now ter make a ‘liance wid yer. Yer ain’ like dat low gal, Mandy. What Mister Johnsing ebber hab ter gib her but a lickin’ some day? I’se done wid dat common class; I may fiddle fur ’em now an’ den, jes’ ter see dem sport deysefs, while I’se lookin’ on kin’ ob s’periur like, yer know. But den, dey ain’ our kin’ ob folks. Yer’se got qulities dat’ll shine like de risin’ moon dar.” Then in a whisper he added, “De Linkum sogers is off dar ter the east’erd. One night’s trabel an’ dey’d sen’ us on ter Washin’on. Onst yer git dar, an’ hab all de jules an’ dresses dat I gib yer, dar’s not a culled gemmen dereaway but ‘ud bow down ter yer.”

Here was a dazzling vista that Suky could not resist. Her ideas of freedom, like those of Jeff, were not very exalted. At that period, slave property in the vicinity of the Union lines was fast melting away; and scarcely a night elapsed but some one was missing, the more adventurous and intelligent escaping first, and others following as opportunity and motive pointed the way. The region under consideration had not yet been occupied by the Federals, and there was still no slight risk involved in flight. Suky did not realize the magnitude of the project. She was not the first of her sex to be persuaded by a cavalier and promised gold to take a leap into the dark.

As a result of Jeff’s representations the “‘liance” was made there and then, secrecy promised, and an escape to Washington agreed upon as soon as circumstances permitted–Suky’s mind, I regret to say, dwelling more on “gemmen bowing down” to her than on the devotion of the allied suitor.

No lady of rank in Timbuctoo could have sailed into the kitchen ball-room with greater state than Suky now after the compact had been made, Jeff supporting her on his arm with the conscious air of one who has taken the prize from all competitors. With the assurance of a potentate he ensconced himself in the orchestra corner and called the dancers to their feet.

But the spirit of mutiny was present. Eager eyes noted that the ring on his bow-hand was gone. Then it was seen glistening on Suky’s hand as she ostentatiously fanned herself. The clamor broke out, “Mister Johnsing,” incited by Mandy and the two swains between whom Suky had been sandwiched, leading the revolt against Jeff’s arrogance and success.

There were many, however, who had no personal wrongs to right, and who did not relish being made a cat’s-paw by the disaffected. These were bent on the natural progression and conclusion of the dance. In consequence of the wordy uproar the master of the premises appeared and cleared them all out, sending his own servants to their quarters.

Jeff nearly came to grief that night, for a party of the malcontents followed him on his homeward walk. Suspecting their purpose, he dodged behind some shrubbery, heard their threats to break his head and smash his fiddle, and then went back to a tryst with Suky.

That sagacious damsel had been meditating on the proposed alliance. Even in her rather sophisticated mind she had regarded a semblance of love as essential; but since Jeff had put everything on such superior grounds, she felt that she should prove herself fit for new and exalted conditions of life by seeing to it that he made good all his remarkable promises. She remembered that he had not yet opened the box of money, and became a little sceptical as to its contents. Somebody might have watched Jeff, and have carried it off.