CHAPTER XV.

BLACK MAMMY'S STORY.

In the dead waste and middle of the night, the sleeping household of

Ellsworth was startled from repose by long, loud, wailing cries that

rang through the wide corridors and vaulted roofs like the shrieks of

some lost, despairing soul.

Instantly every sleeper was wide awake. Hurrying on scraps of outer

clothing, they rushed from their rooms in wild alarm to the scene of

disturbance.

On the floor at some distance from the half-open door lay Dainty Chase,

clothed only in her night robes, her fair face upturned to the dim night

light like the face of one dead, while over her bent the figure of old

black mammy, grotesque in her red flannel petticoat, large-flowered

calico sacque, and white turban, and pathetic in the grief with which

she chafed Dainty's cold little hands, begging her to open her eyes and

speak just one word to her poor old mammy.

"Yo' aine dead, is yo', honey, darlin', is yo' now? Don't you know dat I

done chase dat ole debbil, an' made him drap you ter sabe heself? When I

clutch him tight an' pinch he arms, he groan wif pain an' drap ye on de

flo', slap me clean ober, and run fer his life. Open yer eyes now,

deares', fer here comes Massa Love an' de ladies, an' all."

It was true. There was Love, his step-mother, her nieces, and several

of the upstairs servants on the scene; but Dainty Chase lay among them

white and still as one already dead, making no reply to the old woman's

affectionate pleadings.

With a terrified cry, Love knelt by his stricken darling and clasped her

tiny hands in his, but they were cold and limp like the newly dead.

"What means this?" he cried, sternly, to the wailing old negress; and

she sobbed:

"Oh, Massa Love, de black debbil heself kem by Miss Dainty's bed, grab

her up in his arms, an' fly 'way wif her, an' I follow lik' de wind and

pinch he arms so he scream wid pain an' drap her on de floor, kase he

seen he cain't git 'way from me. Den he slap me so hard hit made me see

stars, an' tumbled me ober by Miss Dainty, while he got 'way ter he own

bad place ergin."

"What silly lies! Do not listen to her, Love. She is as hysterical as

Dainty!" cried Mrs. Ellsworth, scornfully. "Take the girl back to her

room, some of you gaping servants, and let us bring her out of this

spell."

But Love took the silent figure up in his own arms and carried her back,

after saying sternly to the servants:

"A hundred dollars reward to the person who discovers the fiend who has

played ghost and frightened Miss Chase again. Now, Carter, mount the

fleetest horse, and bring the nearest physician here at once."

"But that is needless. We can revive her as we did the other night she

had another spell like this!" Mrs. Ellsworth cried, as she followed into

the room, where he laid his darling down tenderly, drawing the covers

over the cold form with reverent hands.

"You can go now, Love. Your presence in the room is not quite seemly,

and there are plenty women to attend Dainty," she added, imperiously,

while Olive and Ela looked silently on.

To her chagrin, he answered, firmly:

"I shall not withdraw until she revives. She is my promised wife, and I

do not recognize any impropriety in my presence at such a crisis."

Fire flashed from her eyes; but she dared not oppose the master of

Ellsworth further. She could only say, with a furtive sneer:

"Then Olive and Ela, you had better return to your rooms, as it is

improper for you to stay under the circumstances. Do not be uneasy over

your cousin. She will soon be all right."

The girls hurried away, and Mrs. Ellsworth remained with the old mammy

and two white women servants all vying with each other in efforts to

restore Dainty to consciousness, while Love looked on in wild anxiety.

"It is useless, all that you can do. As well wait till the doctor

comes!" he said, hopelessly, at last; and indeed the throb of Dainty's

heart was so weak it did not seem as if she should ever return to the

life from which the great shock seemed to have driven her.

"Poor old black mammy, I was forgetting you! Here, drink this," he said,

hurriedly, mixing a stimulant, and placing it to the lips of the

trembling old negress, who had sunk to the floor, utterly unnerved, and

turning to an ashen-gray pallor. "As soon as you feel better," he added,

"I would like to hear a truthful account of all that happened to throw

you and Miss Chase into such a state."

The old woman gasped, rolled the whites of her big eyes at him; then,

lying heavily back in the arm-chair where he had placed her, muttered,

feebly:

"I gwine tell de trufe, an' nothin' else, Massa Love, an ef dat pore

darlin' eber comes back ter life ergin, she gwine tell yer de same as I

does. De black debbil hese'f comed inter dis room an' grab her up an'

run off wif she inter de hall. I seen him plain as day, in his long

black gownd wif a string o' beads hangin' down by de side, an' er li'l

ole skull-cap on his haid, an' he face all gashly white like a

corp--umme!" she groaned; adding: "But I'll tell de trufe--he didn't

pear to hab no hoofs nor horns, an' I always did hear dat he had both.

Umme! ter think o' seein' dat ole debbil heself, an' livin' arterward!"

groaned old mammy, while every one listened eagerly, Mrs. Ellsworth

alone giving little sniffs of incredulity.

"Is that all?" queried Love, at this juncture; and dolefully wagging her

turbaned head, mammy answered, impressively:

"No, suh, no, 'tain't all! I gwine begin at de beginnin' now, an' 'late

de whole story. Fust t'ing, es I was settin' an' noddin' in my cheer, I

heerd de soun' o' somebody coughin' an' coughin' er dreadful hackin'

cough, lak some one in de last stage o' consumption. Hit soun' so

nateral it made my flesh creep, fer I suddenly 'members de story o' de

ghost-cough dat frighten sweet Miss Dainty. I turn my eyes to de baid

ter see ef she's awaken' by de noise, an' in de darkness dere all at

once flash a li'l blue-green gashly light, flickerin' erbout de ceilin',

den here an' dar erbout de room, den down on Miss Dainty's face, an' I

see her so pale, wif her big blue eyes wide open, skeered lak, an' she

listenin' an' lookin', silent-lak, in turrible fear, so pitiful it nigh

bruk my heart!"