ons. "It is
insupportable," said the little mistress daily; and daily Cousin
Copeland replied, "Certainly." But the bugle sounded on all the same.

One day a deeper wrath came. Miss Duke discovered Dinah in the act of
taking cakes to the camp to sell to the soldiers!

"Well, Miss Gardis, dey pays me well for it, and we's next to not'ing
laid up for de winter," replied the old woman anxiously, as the irate
little mistress forbade the sale of so much as "one kernel of corn."

"Dey don't want de corn, but dey pays well for de cakes, dearie Miss
Gardis. Yer see, yer don't know not'ing about it; it's only ole Dinah
makin' a little money for herself and Pomp," pleaded the faithful
creature, who would have given her last crumb for the family, and died
content. But Gardis sternly forbade all dealings with the camp from that
time forth, and then she went up to her room and cried like a child.
"They knew it, of course," she thought; "no doubt they have had many a
laugh over the bakery so quietly carried on at Gardiston House. They are
capable of supposing even that I sanctioned it." And with angry tears
she fell to planning how she could best inform them of their mistake,
and overwhelm them with her scorn. She prepared several crushing little
speeches, and held them in reserve for use; but the officers never came
to Gardiston House, and of course she never went to the camp--no, nor so
much as looked that way; so there was no good opportunity for delivering
them. One night, however, the officers did come to Gardiston House--not
only the officers, but all the men; and Miss Duke was very glad to see
them.

It happened in this way. The unhappy State had fallen into the hands of
double-faced, conscienceless whites, who used the newly enfranchised
blacks as tools for their evil purposes. These leaders were sometimes
emigrant Northerners, sometimes renegade Southerners, but always
rascals. In the present case they had inflamed their ignorant followers
to riotous proceedings in the city, and the poor blacks, fancying that
the year of jubilee had come, when each man was to have a plantation,
naturally began by ejecting the resident owners before the grand
division of spoils. At least this was their idea. During the previous
year, when the armies were still marching through the land, they had
gone out now and then in a motiveless sort of way and burned the fine
plantation residences near the city; and now, chance having brought
Gardist