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EIS MASTER'S SON.
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fMES MABEL, SHE MIGHTY PRETTY, BUT SHE MIGHTY LUCKY TER MARRY ER
TENBROEK," SAID CYRUS.
der, both of them laughing like children of one age.
But all the laughter in the house was hushed that night; for, at sundown, the unconscious form of the Colonel was brought in from the fields he loved and to which he had gone to bid goodbye. He was not to begin the new life he had so bravely planned. Before morning the tired heart was still ; and, a few days later, his body was buried in the land for which he had suffered and fought.
Cyrus cheerfully served his stricken mistress and played with the little boy, but in solitude he mourned fox his dead master, whom he had loved with an unselfish devotion.
Mrs. TenBroek was steadfast in her determination to carry out the plans her husband had made before his death, believing that her boy would find, in future years, a wider opportunity in the great city. When the day for their departure came Cyrus could not be induced to leave them, and since the widow had come to depend on him she took the faithful servant with her to
Chicago. There the three began life anew on the little fortune that the sale of the plantation had brought them, and the years flew by rapidly.
"Marse James, Marse James ! h'its eight er clock, Marse James !" Cyrus shifted his weight to his other foot, the one unafflicted with "de rheumatiz," and patiently began again, "Marse James !"
"Shut up ! you mean old black rascal," murmured James TenBroek, sleepily.
"H'its pas' eight er clock, Marse James.''
"Cyrus, if you inform me of that fact just once more, I'll throw you into the tub of cold water you so carefully prepared for my bath." James TenBroek sat up in bed and eyed the whitehaired old darkey before him with pretended anger. "Unfeeling brute, to wake me from the sweetest dream that ever came to a man."
"Law, honey," chuckled the unawed Cyrus, "yo' sure is like yo' was when yo' ma was livin' and yo' was little.