“HIS OVERSEER.”
“HIS OVERSEER.”
And as to Victor, he vowed to himself with a big round oath that he shouldnotgo. Heshould notleave him.
Why, who would look after his interests as he always had—who would keep his affairs from goin’to ruin durin’ his long sprees? Where could be found another servant with his absolute honesty, and intelligence, and care for his interests?
Why, as he thought of it, all the old slaveholdin’ instinct of compellin’ his inferiors, the hereditary impulse to rule or ruin rose in him, and his face grew red with wrath, and he vowed agin, with a still more sonorous oath, “That Victor should not go,” and he added, with a true slave-driver’s emphasis, “not alive.”
His overseer and kindred spirit, Nick Burley, hated Victor; for, added to the hated knowledge that Victor wuz his superior in every way, wuz the belief that he had befriended Felix. At all events, Victor and Felix wuz close friends always, and Burley hated Felix worse if possible than he did Victor.
But to Victor and Genieve all these shadows lay fur away on the horizon almost unseen, and anyway almost forgotten in the clear sunshine of their happiness.
For true love will make sunshine everywhere.