The hasty summons found Mrs. King still melancholy with the thought that her newly found son could be no more to her than a shadow. Glad to have her thoughts turned in another direction, she sent Rosen Blumen to her cousin, and immediately prepared to join her sister.
Flora, who was watching for her, ran out to the gate to meet her, and before she entered the house announced that Tulee was alive. The little that was known was soon communicated, and they watched with the greatest anxiety for the reappearance of Tulee. But the bright turban was seen no more during the forenoon; and throughout the afternoon no one but the Deacon and his gardener were visible about the grounds.
The hours of waiting were spent by the sisters and Mrs. Delano in a full explanation of the secret history of Gerald Fitzgerald, and Mrs.
King"s consequent depression of spirits. The evening wore away without any tidings from Tulee. Between nine and ten o"clock they heard the voice of the Deacon loud in prayer. Joe Bright, who was pa.s.sing the open window, stopped to say: "He means his neighbors shall hear him, anyhow. I reckon he thinks it"s a good investment for character. He"s a cute manager, the Deacon is; and a quickster, too, according to his own account; for he told me when he made up his mind to have religion, he wasn"t half an hour about it. I"d a mind to tell him I should think slave-trading religion was a job done by contract, knocked up in a hurry."
"Mr. Bright," said Flora, in a low voice, "if you see that colored woman, I wish you would speak to her, and show her the way in."
The sisters sat talking over their affairs with their husbands, in low tones, listening anxiously meanwhile to every sound. Mr. and Mrs. King were just saying they thought it was best to return home, when Mr.
Bright opened the door and Tulee walked in. Of course, there was a general exclaiming and embracing. There was no need of introducing the husbands, for Tulee remembered them both. As soon as she could take breath, she said: "I"ve had _such_ a time to get here! I"ve been trying all day, and I couldn"t get a chance, they kept such watch of me. At last, when they was all abed and asleep, I crept down stairs softly, and come out of the back door, and locked it after me."
"Come right up stairs with me," said Rosa. "I want to speak to you."
As soon as they were alone, she said, "Tulee, where is the baby?"
"Don"t know no more than the dead what"s become of the poor little picaninny," she replied. "After ye went away, Missy Duroy"s cousin, who was a sea-captain, brought his baby with a black nurse to board there, because his wife had died. I remember how ye looked at me when ye said, "Take good care of the poor little baby." And I did try to take good care of him. I toted him about a bit out doors whenever I could get a chance. One day, just as I was going back into the house, a gentleman o"horseback turned and looked at me. I didn"t think anything about it then; but the next day, he come to the house, and he said I was Mr. Royal"s slave, and that Mr. Fitzgerald bought me. He wanted to know where ye was; and when I told him ye"d gone over the sea with Madame and the Signor, he cursed and swore, and said he"d been cheated. When he went away, Missis Duroy said it was Mr.
Bruteman. I didn"t think there was much to be "fraid of, "cause ye"d got away safe, and I had free papers, and the picaninny was too small to be sold. But I remembered ye was always anxious about his being a slave, and I was a little uneasy. One day when the sea-captain came to see his baby, he was marking an anchor on his own arm with a needle and some sort of black stuff; and he said "t would never come out. I thought if they should carry off yer picaninny, it would be more easy to find him again if he was marked. I told the captain I had heard ye call him Gerald; and he said he would mark G.F. on his arm. The poor little thing worried in his sleep while he was doing it, and Missis Duroy scolded at me for hurting him. The next week Ma.s.sa Duroy was taken with yellow-fever; and then Missis Duroy was taken, and then the captain"s baby and the black nurse. I was frighted, and tried to keep the picaninny out doors all I could. One day, when I"d gone a bit from the house, two men grabbed us and put us in a cart. When I screamed, they beat me, and swore at me for a runaway n.i.g.g.e.r. When I said I was free, they beat me more, and told me to shut up. They put us in the calaboose; and when I told "em the picaninny belonged to a white lady, they laughed and said there was a great many white n.i.g.g.e.rs. Mr.
Bruteman come to see us, and he said we was his n.i.g.g.e.rs. When I showed him my free paper, he said "t want good for anything, and tore it to pieces. O Missy Rosy, that was a dreadful dark time. The jailer"s wife didn"t seem so hard-hearted as the rest. I showed her the mark on the picaninny"s arm, and gave her one of the little shirts ye embroidered; and I told her if they sold me away from him, a white lady would send for him. They did sell me, Missy Rosy. Mr. Robbem, a Caroliny slave-trader bought me, and he"s my ma.s.sa now. I don"t know what they did with the picaninny. I didn"t know how to write, and I didn"t know where ye was. I was always hoping ye would come for me some time; and at last I thought ye must be dead."
"Poor Tulee," said Rosa. "They wrote that Mr. and Mrs. Duroy and the black woman and the white baby all died of yellow-fever; and we didn"t know there was any other black woman there. I"ve sent to New Orleans, and I"ve been there; and many a cry I"ve had, because we couldn"t find you. But your troubles are all over now. You shall come and live with us."
"But I"m Mr. Robbem"s slave," replied Tulee.
"No, you are not," answered Rosa. "You became free the moment they brought you to Ma.s.sachusetts."
"Is it really so?" said Tulee, brightening up in look and tone.
Then, with a sudden sadness, she added: "I"ve got three chil"ren in Carolina. They"ve sold two on "em; but they"ve left me my little Benny, eight years old. They wouldn"t have brought me here, if they hadn"t known Benny would pull me back."
"We"ll buy your children," said Rosa.
"Bless ye, Missy Rosy!" she exclaimed. "Ye"s got the same kind heart ye always had. How glad I am to see ye all so happy!"
"O Tulee!" groaned Rosa, "I can never be happy till that poor little baby is found. I"ve no doubt that wicked Bruteman sold him." She covered her face with her hands, and the tears trickled through her fingers.
"The Lord comfort ye!" said Tulee, "I did all I could for yer poor little picaninny."
"I know you did, Tulee," she replied. "But I am _so_ sorry Madame didn"t take you with us! When she told me she had left you, I was afraid something bad would happen; and I would have gone back for you if I could. But it is too late to talk any more now. Mr. King is waiting for me to go home. Why can"t you go with us to-night?"
"I must go back," rejoined Tulee. "I"ve got the key with me, and I left the picaninny asleep in my bed. I"ll come again to-morrow night, if I can."
"Don"t say if you can, Tulee," replied Mrs. King. "Remember you are not a slave here. You can walk away at mid-day, and tell them you are going to live with us."
"They"d lock me up and send me back to Caroliny, if I told "em so,"
said Tulee. "But I"ll come, Missy Rosy."
Rosa kissed the dark cheek she had so often kissed when they were children together, and they parted for the night.
The next day and the next night pa.s.sed without a visit from Tulee.
Mr. and Mrs. Bright, who entered into the affair with the liveliest interest, expressed the opinion that she had been spirited away and sent South. The sisters began to entertain a similar fear; and it was decided that their husbands should call with them the following morning, to have a talk with Mr. and Mrs. Robbem. But not long after breakfast, Tulee stole into the back door with the cherub in her arms.
"O Missy Flory," said she, "I tried to get here last night. But Missis Robbem takes a heap o" care o" me." She said this with a mischievous smile. "When we was at the Astor House, she locked up my clothes in her room, "cause New York was such a dreadful wicked place, she was "fraid they"d be stole; and she never let me out o" her sight, for fear the colored waiters in the hotel would be impudent to me. Last night she sent me away up into the cupola to sleep, "cause she said I could have more room there. And when I"d got the picaninny asleep, and was watching for a chance to steal away, she come all the way up there very softly, and said she"d brought me some hot drink, "cause I didn"t seem to be well. Then she begun to advise me not to go near the next house. She told me Abolitionists was very bad people; that they pretended to be great friends to colored folks, but all they wanted was to steal "em and sell "em to the West Indies. I told her I didn"t know nothing "bout Abolitionists; that the lady I was hugging and kissing was a New Orleans lady that I used to wait upon when we was picaninnies. She said if you had the feelings Southern ladies ought to have, you wouldn"t be boarding with Abolitionists. When she went down stairs I didn"t dare to come here, for fear she"d come up again with some more hot drink. This morning she told me to walk up street with the picaninny; and she watched me till I was out o" sight. But I went round and round and got over a fence, and come through Ma.s.sa Bright"s barn."
Mr. and Mrs. King came in as she was speaking; and she turned to them, saying anxiously, "Do you think, Ma.s.sa, if I don"t go back with "em, they"ll let me have my chil"ren?"
"Don"t call me Ma.s.sa," replied Mr. King, "I dislike the sound of it.
Speak to me as other people do. I have no doubt we shall manage it so that you will have your children. I will lead home this pretty little Tot, and tell them you are going to stay with us."
With bonbons and funny talk he gained the favor of Tot, so that she consented to walk with him. Tulee often applied her ap.r.o.n to her eyes, as she watched the little creature holding by his finger, and stepping along in childish fashion, turning her toes inward. When she disappeared through the Deacon"s front door, she sat down and cried outright. "I love that little picaninny," sobbed she. "I"ve tended her ever since she was born; and I love her. She"ll cry for Tulee. But I does want to be free, and I does want to live with ye, Missy Rosy and Missy Flory."
Mrs. Robbem met Mr. King as soon as he entered her father"s door, and said in a tone of stern surprise, "Where is my servant, sir?"
He bowed and answered, "If you will allow me to walk in for a few moments, I will explain my errand." As soon as they were seated he said: "I came to inform you that Tulee does not wish to go back to Carolina; and that by the laws of Ma.s.sachusetts she has a perfect right to remain here."
"She"s an ungrateful wench!" exclaimed Mrs. Robbem. "She"s always been treated kindly, and she wouldn"t have thought of taking such a step, if she hadn"t been put up to it by meddlesome Abolitionists, who are always interfering with gentlemen"s servants."
"The simple fact is," rejoined Mr. King, "Tulee used to be the playmate and attendant of my wife when both of them were children.
They lived together many years, and are strongly attached to each other."
"If your wife is a Southern lady," replied Mrs. Robbem, "she ought to be above such a mean Yankee trick as stealing my servant from me."
Her husband entered at that moment, and the visitor rose and bowed as he said, "Mr. Robbem, I presume."
He lowered his head somewhat stiffly in reply; and his wife hastened to say, "The Abolitionists have been decoying Tulee away from us."
Mr. King repeated the explanation he had already made.
"I thought the wench had more feeling," replied Mr. Robbem. "She left children in Carolina. But the fact is, n.i.g.g.e.rs have no more feeling for their young than so many pigs."
"I judge differently," rejoined Mr. King; "and my princ.i.p.al motive for calling was to speak to you about those children. I wish to purchase them for Tulee."
"She shall never have them, sir!" exclaimed the slave-trader, fiercely. "And as for you Abolitionists, all I wish is that we had you down South."
"Differences of opinion must be allowed in a free country," replied Mr. King. "I consider slavery a bad inst.i.tution, injurious to the South, and to the whole country. But I did not come here to discuss that subject. I simply wish to make a plain business statement to you.
Tulee chooses to take her freedom, and any court in Ma.s.sachusetts will decide that she has a right to take it. But, out of grat.i.tude for services she has rendered my wife, I am willing to make you gratuitous compensation, provided you will enable me to buy all her children.
Will you name your terms now, or shall I call again?".
"She shall never have her children," repeated Mr. Robbem; "she has n.o.body but herself and the Abolitionists to blame for it."
"I will, however, call again, after you have thought of it more calmly," said Mr. King. "Good morning, sir; good morning, madam."
His salutations were silently returned with cold, stiff bows.
A second and third attempt was made with no better success. Tulee grew very uneasy. "They"ll sell my Benny," said she. "Ye see they ain"t got any heart, "cause they"s used to selling picaninnies."
"What, does this Mr. Robbem carry on the Deacon"s old business?"
inquired Mr. Bright.
"Yes, Ma.s.sa," replied Tulee. "Two years ago, Ma.s.sa Stillham come down to Caroliny to spend the winter, and he was round in the slave-pen as brisk as Ma.s.sa Robbem, counting the n.i.g.g.e.rs, and telling how many dollars they ought to sell for. He had a dreadful bad fever while he was down there, and I nursed him. He was out of his head half the time, and he was calling out: "Going! going! How much for this likely n.i.g.g.e.r? Stop that wench"s squalling for her brat! Carry the brat off!"
It was dreadful to hear him."
"I suppose he calculated upon going to heaven if he died," rejoined Mr. Bright; "and if he"d gone into the kingdom with such words in his mouth, it would have been a heavenly song for the four-and-twenty elders to accompany with their golden harps."