IN HIGH LIFE.
and kept so hard at work, she had no time to make
her clothes, unless at night.
One night she was sitting at twelve o'clock, busy
sewing, her clothes all open round her, when she heard
a buggy drive up to the door, and the voices of some
two or three men, one of whom called to her to come
there. She went forward to see what was the matter,
when two of the men caught her and threw her into
the buggy, where the other man stood; he caught her
by the throat and prevented her making any outcry ;
the other two men jumped in, and they all drove off,
still holding her tightly round the neck till they had
got out of hearing of the people in the different houses.
They drove down to the river where a skiff was wait¬
ing for them, which carried them across. They hur¬
ried to Louisville, and at once put her in jail there>
lest any one should recognize her.
The next morning the lady ran all around inquiring
if any body had seen her girl, as when she got up that
morning, the girl was gone. It remains a mystery
to this day to some of the people of that city, what¬
ever became of that girl.
I was, not long after this occurrence, on one of the
fashionable steamboats going from Louisville to New
Orleans. A few moments before the boat was ready
to leave, this girl was brought on board by a friend of
her former master, and given in charge of the captain
and chambermaid. When I saw the girl I immedi¬
ately recognized her, and asked her what was the mat¬
ter with her eyes, as they were all blood-shot, and the
mark of men's fingers were yet on her neck. When
she told her story, the sympathy of many on board
was excited for her, but we were going fast down