I wish she'd MARRY me."

"Who?" shouted Pete Greene, suddenly start-
ing from an unobserved corner of the rude shop.

"Where you come from, you sly nigger!" ex-
claimed Jim.

"Come, tell me, who is't?" said Pete; "Mag
Smith, you want to marry?"

"Git out, Pete! and when you come in dis shop
again, let a nigger know it. Don't steal in like
a thief."

Pity and love know little severance. One
attends the other. Jim acknowledged the pres-
ence of the former, and his efforts in Mag's behalf
told also of a finer principle.

This sudden expedient which he had uninten-
tionally disclosed, roused his thinking and invent-
ive powers to study upon the best method of
introducing the subject to Mag.

He belted his barrels, with many a scheme re-
volving in his mind, none of which quite satisfied
him, or seemed, on the whole, expedient. He
thought of the pleasing contrast between her fair
face and his own dark skin; the smooth, straight