The American Prejudice Against Color - An Authentic Narrative, Showing How Easily The Nation Got - Into An Uproar. by William G. Allen
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I understood this brother at once. I was not to be trapped. I had read
human nature (so I think the result will justify me in saying) to a much better purpose than he. I declined holding the interview at the time, on account, as I urged, of his sister's feeble health and excited state of mind--but would have no objection, I added, to such an interview some two or three weeks to come. He then urged me to write, assuring me that he would take the letter willingly. This also, I refused to do. So at last he left me with the understanding that upon the recovery of his sister's health, we should have an "interview." Mr. King returned immediately to Fulton, and on the Monday following, I received by post a letter from Miss King. It was not in her own hand-writing--she was too ill to write, but it was dictated to her sister. Just as I expected, Miss King had found it necessary considering the influences against her, and that her relatives and the community would have left no means untried, however illegal or disgraceful to thwart her in her designs,--nay, would have sworn her into a lunatic asylum rather than to have permitted her to marry me--to consent that our engagement should be broken. This letter was to announce the fact, while at the same time, it gave as the reason--deference to the feelings of father and brothers. Of course, I did not reply to the letter. As the "_Star_" says--I knew what I was about. On Tuesday morning, February 8th, I published in the "_Syracuse Standard_" the following card:-- "TO THE PUBLIC.--FROM PROFESSOR ALLEN." |
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