"Yes, sir, it was mighty hard though, to think of my poor husband's being sold,--he and I don't belong to the same person."
"So, I suppose," said Mr. Weston; "but you have only made your condition worse."
"Yes, sir; but I didn't think things would turn out so. The Abolitionists said they would see that I got off free."
"They ought to be cotched, and tied up, and have a good whaling besides," said Bacchus, indignantly.
"'Taint no use wishin 'em harm," said Sarah; "the Lord's will be done," at the same time her pale lips quivered with emotion.
Mr. Weston paused a few moments in deep thought, then went into the other room. When he returned, she was sitting as when he first entered, her face buried in her lap.
"Sarah," he said, and she looked up as before, without any doubt, in his open countenance, "are you a good worker?"
"I am, at washin and ironin. I have been makin a good deal for my master that way."
"Well," said Mr. Weston, "if I were to purchase you, so as you could be near your husband, would you conduct yourself properly; and if I wish it, endeavor to repay me what I have given for you?"
Such a thought had not entered the despairing woman's mind. She was impressed with the idea that she should never see her husband again; other things did not effect her. It was necessary, therefore, for Mr. Weston to repeat what he had said before she comprehended his meaning. When she heard and understood, every energy of her soul was aroused. Starting from her seat, she clasped her hands convulsively together; her face became deathlike with agitation.
"Would I, sir? Oh! try me! Work! what is work if I could be near my poor husband as long as I can. Buy me, sir, only for Jesus' sake, buy me. I will work day and
