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“Well； I know pretty well where to；” said the senator； beginning to put on his boots； with a reflective air； and； stopping when his leg was half in； he embraced his knee with both hands； and seemed to go off in deep meditation。
“It’s a confounded awkward； ugly business；” said he； at last； beginning to tug at his boot…straps again； “and that’s a fact！” After one boot was fairly on； the senator sat with the other in his hand； profoundly studying the figure of the carpet。 “It will have to be done； though； for aught I see；—hang it all！” and he drew the other boot anxiously on； and looked out of the window。
Now； little Mrs。 Bird was a discreet woman；—a woman who never in her life said； “I told you so！” and； on the present ocomasion； though pretty well aware of the shape her husband’s meditations were taking； she very prudently forbore to meddle with them； only sat very quietly in her chair； and looked quite ready to hear her liege lord’s intentions； when he should think proper to utter them。
“You see；” he said； “there’s my old client； Van Trompe； has come over from Kentucky； and set all his slaves free； and he has bought a place seven miles up the creek； here； back in the woods； where nobody goes； unless they go on purpose； and it’s a place that isn’t found in a hurry。 There she’d be safe enough； but the plague of the thing is； nobody could drive a carriage there tonight； but me。”
“Why not？ Cudjoe is an excellent driver。”
“Ay； ay； but here it is。 The creek has to be crossed twice； and the second crossing is quite dangerous； unless one knows it as I do。 I have crossed it a hundred times on horseback； and know exactly the turns to take。 And so； you see； there’s no help for it。 Cudjoe must put in the horses； as quietly as may be； about twelve o’clock； and I’ll take her over； and then； to give color to the matter； he must carry me on to the next tavern to take the stage for Columbus； that comes by about three or four； and so it will look as if I had had the carriage only for that。 I shall get into business bright and early in the morning。 But I’m thinking I shall feel rather cheap there； after all that’s been said and done； but； hang it； I can’t help it！”
“Your heart is better than your head； in this case； John；” said the wife； laying her little white hand on his。 “Could I ever have loved you； had I not known you better than you know yourself？” And the little woman looked so handsome； with the tears sparkling in her eyes； that the senator thought he must be a decidedly clever fellow； to get such a pretty creature into such a passionate admiration of him； and so； what could he do but walk off soberly； to see about the carriage。 At the door； however； he stopped a moment； and then coming back； he said； with some hesitation。
“Mary； I don’t know how you’d feel about it； but there’s that drawer full of things—of—of—poor little Henry’s。” So saying； he turned quickly on his heel； and shut the door after him。
His wife opened the little bed…room door adjoining her room and； taking the candle； set it down on the top of a bureau there； then from a small recess she took a key； and put it thoughtfully in the lock of a drawer； and made a sudden pause； while two boys； who； boy like； had followed close on her heels； stood looking； with silent； significant glances； at their mother。 And oh！ mother that reads this； has there never been in your house a drawer； or a closet； the opening of which has been to you like the opening again of a little grave？ Ah！ happy mother that you are； if it has not been so。
Mrs。 Bird slowly opened the drawer。 There were little coats of many a form and pattern； piles of aprons； and rows of small stockings； and even a pair of little shoes； worn and rubbed at the toes； were peeping from the folds of a paper。 There was a toy horse and wagon； a top； a ball；—memorials gathered with many a tear and many a heart…break！ She sat down by the drawer； and； leaning her head on her hands over it； wept till the tears fell through her fingers into the drawer； then suddenly raising her head； she began； with nervous haste； selecting the plainest and most substantial articles； and gathering them into a bundle。
“Mamma；” said one of the boys； gently touching her arm； “you going to give away those things？”
“My dear boys；” she said； softly and earnestly； “if our dear； loving little Henry looks down from heaven； he would be glad to have us do this。 I could not find it in my heart to give them away to any common person—to anybody that was happy； but I give them to a mother more heart…broken and sorrowful than I am； and I hope God will send his blessings with them！”
There are in this world blessed souls； whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others； whose earthly hopes； laid in the grave with many tears； are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed。 Among such was the delicate woman who sits there by the lamp； dropping slow tears； while she prepares the memorials of her own lost one for the outcast wanderer。
After a while； Mrs。 Bird opened a wardrobe； and； taking from thence a plain； serviceable dress or two； she sat down busily to her work…table； and； with needle； scissors； and thimble； at hand； quietly commenced the “letting down” process which her husband had recommended； and continued busily at it till the old clock in the corner struck twelve； and she heard the low rattling of wheels at the door。
“Mary；” said her husband； coming in； with his overcoat in his hand； “you must wake her up now； we must be off。”
Mrs。 Bird hastily deposited the various articles she had collected in a small plain trunk； and locking it； desired her husband to see it in the carriage； and then proceeded to call the woman。 Soon； arrayed in a cloak； bonnet； and shawl； that had belonged to her benefactress； she appeared at the door with her child in her arms。 Mr。 Bird hurried her into the carriage； and Mrs。 Bird pressed on after her to the carriage steps。 Eliza leaned out of the carriage； and put out her hand；—a hand as soft and beautiful as was given in return。 She fixed her large； dark eyes； full of earnest meaning； on Mrs。 Bird’s face； and seemed going to speak。 Her lips moved；—she tried once or twice； but there was no sound；—and pointing upward； with a look never to be forgotten； she fell back in the seat； and covered her face。 The door was shut； and the carriage drove on。
What a situation； now； for a patriotic senator； that had been all the week before spurring up the legislature of his native state to pass more stringent resolutions against escaping fugitives； their harborers and abettors！
Our good senator in his native state had not been exceeded by any of his brethren at Washington； in the sort of eloquence which has won for them immortal renown！ How sublimely he had sat with his hands in his pockets； and scouted all sentimental weakness of those who would put the welfare of a few miserable fugitives before great state interests！
He was as bold as a lion about it； and “mightily convinced” not only himself； but everybody that heard him；—but then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word；—or at the most； the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with “Ran away from the subscriber” under it。 The magic of the real presence of distress；—the imploring human eye； the frail； trembling human hand； the despairing appeal of helpless agony；—these he had never tried。 He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother； a defenceless child；—like that one which was now wearing his lost boy’s little well…known cap； and so； as our poor senator was not stone or steel；—as he was a man； and a downright noble…hearted one； too；—he was； as everybody must see； in a sad case for his patriotism。 And you need not exult over him； good brother of the Southern States； for we have some inklings that many of you； under similar circumstances； would not do much better。 We have reason to know； in Kentucky； as in Mississippi； are noble and generous hearts； to whom never was tale of suffering told in vain。 Ah； good brother！ is it fair for you to expect of us services which your own brave； honorab