Now, as she
beheld it, she sat still to survey it, with surprise that deepened into
indignation and compassion, that many a time filled her eyes with tears,
and brought an added expression of respect to her voice when she spoke
to these people who seemed to have all the good things that this world
can offer, upon whom fortune had expended her treasures, yet--
Whatever it was, Sallie came from that home with many an old senseless
prejudice destroyed forever, with a new thought implanted in her soul,
the blossoming of which was a noxious vapor in the nostrils of some who
were compelled to inhale it, but as a sweet-smelling savor to more than
one weary wayfarer, and to that God to whom the darkness and the light
are alike, and who, we are told by His own word, is no respecter of
persons.
"Poor, dear Miss Ercildoune!" half sobbed, half scolded Sallie, as she
sat at her work, blooming and, fresh, the day after her return. "What a
tangled thread it is, to be sure," jerking at her knotty needleful.
"Well, I know what I'll do,--I'll treat her as if she was a queen born
and crowned, just so long as I have anything to do with her,--so I
will." And she did.
CHAPTER VIII
"_For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join, and time doth settle._"
Anonymous
It were a vain endeavor to attempt the telling of what filled the heart
and soul of Surrey, as he marched away that day from New York, and
through the days and weeks and months that followed.
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