unhappy me,--when lo! there suddenly loomed up before her a familiar face.
She watched it eagerly as it moved up and down in the throng,
for she felt that she had seen it before. But it was some minutes
before she could tell exactly where. At last it all came to her.
It was Arthur Carroll, the son of the man who had owned her when a baby.
She had often seen and played with him in her visits to her mother.
Many years had passed since she last beheld him, and he had
grown to be a young gentleman; but she was sure it was he.
He stepped out of the hotel and came towards the house.
She uttered a little, quick cry, "Why, Mass Arthur!" He turned
and recognized her, and at once stopped to inquire into her
condition and circumstances.

It was almost like a visit to old Virginia to see young Carroll;
and as cold water to a thirsty soul was the news he brought her from
that far country. Tidy drank in eagerly every word he could tell
her of the Lees, and others whom she knew, and they were enjoying
an animated conversation when Tidy's master passed that way.
He saw his slave engaged in familiar talk with a stranger,
and remembering the remark of the trader of whom he had bought her,
that she had tried "the running-away game" once, and must be watched
lest she should repeat the attempt, without waiting to inquire
into the circumstances of the case, he resolved to administer
a proper chastisement. Coming up behind, he struck her a violent
blow on the side of the head that sent the frail girl reeling
to the ground.

For a few minutes Tidy lay stunned upon the earth. When she came
to herself, her head was smarting with pain and her heart burned
like fire with indignation, and in a perfect frenzy of distress and