The Marrow of Tradition

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Charles Waddell Chesnutt. The Marrow of Tradition

I. AT BREAK OF DAY

II. THE CHRISTENING PARTY

III. THE EDITOR AT WORK

IV. THEODORE FELIX

V. A JOURNEY SOUTHWARD

VI. JANET

VII. THE OPERATION

VIII. THE CAMPAIGN DRAGS

IX. A WHITE MAN'S "NIGGER"

X. DELAMERE PLAYS A TRUMP

XI. THE BABY AND THE BIRD

XII. ANOTHER SOUTHERN PRODUCT

XIII. THE CAKEWALK

XIV. THE MAUNDERINGS OF OLD MRS. OCHILTREE

XV. MRS. CARTERET SEEKS AN EXPLANATION

XVI. ELLIS TAKES A TRICK

XVII. THE SOCIAL ASPIRATIONS OF CAPTAIN McBANE

XVIII. SANDY SEES HIS OWN HA'NT

XIX. A MIDNIGHT WALK

XX. A SHOCKING CRIME

XXI. THE NECESSITY OF AN EXAMPLE

XXII. HOW NOT TO PREVENT A LYNCHING

XXIII. BELLEVIEW

XXIV. TWO SOUTHERN GENTLEMEN

XXV. THE HONOR OF A FAMILY

XXVI. THE DISCOMFORT OF ELLIS

XXVII. THE VAGARIES OF THE HIGHER LAW

XXVIII. IN SEASON AND OUT

XXIX. MUTTERINGS OF THE STORM

XXX. THE MISSING PAPERS

XXXI. THE SHADOW OF A DREAM

XXXII. THE STORM BREAKS

XXXIII. INTO THE LION'S JAWS

XXXIV. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

XXXV "MINE ENEMY, O MINE ENEMY!"

XXXVI. FIAT JUSTITIA

XXXVII. THE SISTERS

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"Stay here beside her, major. I shall not he needed for an hour yet. Meanwhile I'll go downstairs and snatch a bit of sleep, or talk to old Jane."

The night was hot and sultry. Though the windows of the chamber were wide open, and the muslin curtains looped back, not a breath of air was stirring. Only the shrill chirp of the cicada and the muffled croaking of the frogs in some distant marsh broke the night silence. The heavy scent of magnolias, overpowering even the strong smell of drugs in the sickroom, suggested death and funeral wreaths, sorrow and tears, the long home, the last sleep. The major shivered with apprehension as the slender hand which he held in his own contracted nervously and in a spasm of pain clutched his fingers with a viselike grip.

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"Well," resumed Jane, "eve'ybody s'posed, after w'at had happen', dat Julia'd keep on livin' easy, fer she wuz young an' good-lookin'. But she didn'. She tried ter make a livin' sewin', but Mis' Polly wouldn' let de bes' w'ite folks hire her. Den she tuck up washin', but didn' do no better at dat; an' bimeby she got so discourage' dat she ma'ied a shif'less yaller man, an' died er consumption soon after,—an' wuz 'bout ez well off, fer dis man couldn' hardly feed her nohow."

"And the child?"

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