It does not take long to state a fact. Mr. Kent went to Washington on
Abolition business,--through the introduction of a senator from his own
State he obtained access to good society. He boarded in the same house with
a Virginian who had a pretty face, very little sense, but a large fortune.
Mr. Kent, with very little difficulty, persuaded her he was a saint, ready
to be translated at the shortest notice. He dropped his Abolition notions,
and they were married. At the time that my story opens, he is a planter,
living near Mr. Weston, and we will hear of him again.




CHAPTER VI.


Arthur Weston is in his college-room in that far-famed city, New Haven. He
is in the act of replacing his cigar in his mouth, after having knocked the
ashes off it, when we introduce to him the reader. Though not well
employed, his first appearance must be prepossessing; he inherited his
mother's clear brunette complexion, and her fine expressive eyes. His very
black hair he had thrown entirely off his forehead, and he is now reading
an Abolition paper which had fallen into his hands. There are two other
young men in the room, one of them Arthur's friend, Abel Johnson; and the
other, a young man by the name of Hubbard.

"Who brought this paper into my room?" said Arthur, after laying it down on
the table beside him.

"I was reading it," said Mr. Hubbard, "and threw it aside."