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Title: Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Butterworth, Hezekiah, 1839-1905
Subjects: World's Columbian Exposition (1893 : Chicago, Ill.)
Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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rged her husband to comply with theblack mans terms, and secure what would make them wealthy for life. How-ever Tom might have felt disposed to sell himself to the devil, he was deter-mined not to do so to oblige his wife; so he flatly refused, out of the merespirit of contradiction. Many and bitter were the quarrels they had on thesubject; but the more she talked, the more resolute was Tom not to be damnedto please her. At length she determined to drive the bargain on her ownaccount, and if she succeeded, to keep all the gain to herself. Being of thesame fearless temper as her husband, she set off for the old Indian fort towardthe close of a summers day. She was many hours absent. When she cameback she was reserved and sullen in her replies. She spoke something of ablack man whom she had met about twilight, hewing at the root of a tall tree.He was sulky, however, and would not come to terms; she was to go againwith a propitiatory offering; but what it was she forbore to say. The next
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WHAT MR. MARLOWE FOUND TO TAKE HOME. 255 evening she set off again for the swamp, with her apron heavily laden. Tomwaited and waited for her, but in vain: midnight came, but she did not makeher appearance; morning, noon, night returned, but still she did not come-Tom now grew uneasy for her safety; especially as he found she had carriedoff in her apron the silver tea-pot and spoons, and every portable article ofvalue. Another night elapsed, another morning came; but no wife. In aword, she was never heard of more. What was her real fate nobody knows, in consequence of so many pretend-ing to know. It is one of those facts that have become confounded by avariety of historians. Some assert that she lost her way among the tangledmazes of the swamp, and sunk into some pit or slough; others, more unchari-table, hinted that she had eloped with the household booty, and made off tosome other province; while others assert that the Tempter had decoyed herinto a dismal quagmire, on top of which he

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