IIYoung Owens got up about nine o'clock next morning, and while making his toilet put some questions to his personal attendant, a rather bright looking young mulatto of about his own age.
"Tom," said d**k.
"Yas, Mars d**k," responded the servant.
"I 'm going on a trip North. Would you like to go with me?"
Now, if there was anything that Tom would have liked to make, it was a trip North. It was something he had long contemplated in the abstract, but had never been able to muster up sufficient courage to attempt in the concrete. He was prudent enough, however, to dissemble his feelings.
"I would n't min' it, Mars d**k, ez long ez you 'd take keer er me an' fetch me home all right."
Tom's eyes belied his words, however, and his young master felt well assured that Tom needed only a good
