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SELLING OLD MASTER.
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ward, where Betty was given an ovation.
That evening, in the Travers' home in Central Park West, Mammy Lucy and Zeke stood in the firelight, looking tenderly at the portrait of Old Master, hanging above the mantel. The light flickered softly over the fine old Southern face, with silvery hair and caressing eyes.
"We all am very happy now, Zeke," said Mammy, softly, "but dem was de good old days, de days when Little Missy was a young 'un an' you was mah honey-boy."
"Yassm," said Zeke, "dem was lubly times, when Miss Lucretia she done gib you dem coral beads for Christmas, and de Old Master toP me to feel in de right han' pocket ob his vest, and dere was a wad ob money for old Zeke. Yassm, dem was de days! Pears like Miss Lucretia am a lookup right down heah, tonight, Mammy, jes a trailin' down de golden stairs in her primrose gown, an' de roses from de ole gar
den in her yeller curls. Can't you see her now, Mammy?" he whispered, pointing down the dim hall, with a dusky forefinger.
Mammy gave a superstitious start. "Gwan, man !" she breathed nervously. "She am done gone fo'evah, and we am heah wid Little Missy."
"Suah," assented Zeke, but he sighed as he thought of The Manor in dear old Virginia, with the clinging beauty of the ivy on its gray walls, and its snowy pillars with the scarlet rambler rioting around them. The hollyhocks that straggled along the wall still seemed to nod good-morning to him, and the rhododendrons gleamed in gorgeous confusion thru the dark green of the leaves. Again he gazed reverently at the portrait, and as he and Mammy Lucy stood there, hand in hand, there was a fervent prayer sent up to Old Master, while from the music room came the sound of a Beethoven Sonata, soft-played by Betty, accompanied by a gurgle and coo from The Lamb.
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SCENE FROM "THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.