Behind the Scenes.
I was my mother's only child, which made hei
love for me all the stronger. I did not know
much of my father, for he was the slave of an¬
other man, and when Mr. Burwell moved from
Dinwiddie he was separated from us, and only
allowed to visit my mother twice a year—during
the Easter holidays, and Christmas. At last
Mr.- Burwell determined to reward my mother,
by making an arrangement with the owner of
my father, by which the separation of my parents
could be brought to an end. It was a bright
day, indeed, for my mother when it was an¬
nounced that my father was coming to live with
us. The old weary look faded from her face,
and she worked as if her heart was in every
task. But the golden days did not last long.
The radiant dream faded all too soon.
In the morning my father called me to him
and kissed me, then held me out at arms' length
as if he were regarding his child with pride.
" She is growing into a large fine girl " he re-