find a handsomer one."

A pleased smile broadened the Governor's face, and he settled his waistcoat
with an approving pat. "Ah, you're a partial witness, my dear," he said;
"but I've an error to confess, so I mustn't forego your favour--I--I bought
several of Mr. Willis's servants, my love."

"Why, Mr. Ambler!" remonstrated his wife, reproach softening her voice
until it fell like a caress. "Why, Mr. Ambler, you bought six of Colonel
Blake's last year, you know and one of the house servants has been nursing
them ever since. The quarters are filled with infirm darkies."

"But I couldn't help it, Julia, I really couldn't," pleaded the Governor.
"You'd have done it yourself, my dear. They were sold to a dealer going
south, and one of them wants to marry that Mandy of yours."

"Oh, if it's Mandy's lover," broke in Mrs. Ambler, with rising interest,
"of course you had to buy him, and you did right about the others--you
always do right." She put out her delicate blue-veined hand and touched his
arm. "I shall see them to-day," she added, "and Mandy may as well be making
her wedding dress."

"What an eye to things you have," said the Governor, proudly. "You might
have been President, had you been a man, my dear."

His wife rose and took up her work-box with a laugh of protest. "I am quite
content with the mission of my sex, sir," she returned, half in jest, half
in wifely humility. "I'm sure I'd much rather make shirt fronts for you
than wear them myself." Then she nodded to him and went, with her stately
step, up the broad staircase, her white hand flitting over the mahogany
balustrade.

As he looked after her, the Governor's face clouded, and he sighed beneath
his breath. The cares she met with such serenity had been too heavy for her
strength; they had driven the bloom from her cheeks and the lustre from her
eyes; and, though she had not faltered at her task, she had drooped daily
and grown older than her years. The master might live with a lavish
disregard of the morrow, not the master's wife. For him were the open
house, the shining table, the well-stocked wine cellar and the morning
rides over the dewy fields; for her the cares of her home and children, and
of the souls and bodies of the black people that had been given into her
hands. In her gentle heart it seemed to her that she had a charge to keep
before her God; and she went her way humbly, her thoughts filled with
things so vital as the uses of her medicine ch