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ebery stone to find Missy Hester.ā€

Peter the Great left the room with a brave effort to suppress a groan; while our middy followed with an equally valorous determination not to limp. In both efforts they were but partially successful.

As Peter had prophesied, Ben-Ahmed did indeed leave no stone unturned to recover Hester Sommers, but there was one consideration which checked him a good deal, and prevented his undertaking the search as openly as he wished, and that was the fear that the Dey himself might get wind of what he was about, and so become inquisitive as to the cause of the stir which so noted a man was making about a runaway slave. For Ben-Ahmed fearedā€”and so did Osmanā€”that if the Dey saw Hester he might want to introduce her into his own household.

The caution which they had therefore to observe in prosecuting the search was all in favour of the runaway.

As time passed by, Hester, alias Geoā€™giana, began to feel more at ease in her poor abode and among her new friends, who, although unrefined in manners, were full to overflowing with the milk of human kindness, so that at last the unfortunate English girl began to entertain positive affection for Mrs Lilly and her black handmaiden.

She also began to feel more at ease in traversing the intricate streets of the city, for the crowds that passed her daily had evidently too much to do attending to their own business to bestow more than an indifferent glance at two negro girls. And if the features of one of the two was not according to the familiar negro type, it is probable that all the inhabitants of Algiers were aware of the fact that some of the tribes of black people in the interior of Africa possess the well-formed features and comparatively thin lips of Europeans.

As Hesterā€™s anxieties about herself began to abate, however, her desire to find out where and how her father was became more and more intense. But the poor child was doomed to many months of hope deferred before that desire was gratified.

Peter the Great did indeed make a few efforts to meet with him againā€”sometimes in company with George Foster, more frequently alone, and occasionally he visited Hesterā€”having been informed by his sister Dinah where to find herā€”in order to tell of his want of success, and to comfort her with earnest assurances that he would ā€œneber forsake her,ā€ but would keep up a constant look-out for her fadder anā€™ an eye on herself.

Consideration for the girlā€™s safety rendered it necessary that these visits should be few and far between, and, of course, owing to the same necessity, our middy was not permitted to visit her at all. Indeed, Peter refused to tell him even where she was hiding, all the information he condescended to give being that she was safe.

ā€œYou see, my dear,ā€ said Peter to Hester, in a paternal tone, on the occasion of the first of these visits, ā€œif I was to come yar oftin, massaā€”specā€™ally Osmanā€”would ā€™gin to wonder, anā€™ de moment a man ā€™gins to wonder he ā€™gins to suspecā€™, anā€™ den he ā€™gins to watch; anā€™ if it comes to dat itā€™s all up wid you anā€™ me. So you musā€™ jest keep close anā€™ say nuffin till de tide ā€™gins to turn anā€™ de wind blow fair. De good Lord kin turn wind anā€™ tide when He likes, so keep your heart up, Geoā€™giana!ā€

As he uttered the last word the negro put his great hand on the girlā€™s shoulder and patted it.

ā€œWhat a good name Geoā€™giana am,ā€ he continued, bringing his eyes to bear on the slender little black creature before him; ā€œanā€™ what a good nigger you would make if onā€™y you had an elegant flat nose anā€™ bootiful thick hips. Neber mind, youā€™s better lookinā€™ dan Sally, anyhow, anā€™ no mortal could guess who you was, eben if he was told to look hard at you!ā€

ā€œBut oh, Peter, this is such an anxious, weary life,ā€ began Hester, with a trembling lip.

ā€œNow, hold on dar!ā€ interrupted the negro, almost sternly; ā€œyou musā€™ not cry, whateber you do, for it washes off de black. You musā€™ larn to cumtroul your feelinā€™s.ā€

ā€œI will try,ā€ returned Hester, attempting to smile. ā€œBut it is not that I am discontented with my lot, for they are as kind to me here as if they were my mother and sister, and I like doing the embroidery work very muchā€”itā€™s not that. It is the weary waiting, and hoping for, and expecting news of my darling fatherā€”news which never comes.ā€

ā€œNow, donā€™t you tā€™ink like dat, Geoā€™giana, but larn to submitā€”submitā€”das de word. De newsā€™ll come all in good time. Anā€™ news allers comes in a heapā€”suddently, so to speak. It neber comes slow. Now, look yar. I wants you to make me a solum promise.ā€

ā€œWhat is that?ā€ asked Hester, smiling in spite of herself at the intensity of her dark friendā€™s look and manner.

ā€œIt am dis. Dat you will neber look surprised, nor speak surprised, no matter howeber much you may feel surprised.ā€

ā€œYou impose a difficult task on me, Peter.ā€

ā€œOb course I do, Geoā€™giana, but as your lifeā€”anā€™ pā€™rā€™aps mine, but dat ainā€™t muchā€”depends on it, youā€™ll see de needcessity.ā€

ā€œI will certainly tryā€”for your sake as well as my own,ā€ returned Hester fervently.

ā€œWell, I tā€™ink you will, but it ainā€™t easy, anā€™ Iā€™ll test you some day.ā€

It was more than a month after that before Peter the Great paid her another visit, and, to the poor girlā€™s grief, he still came without news of her father. He had been all over the Kasba, he said, and many other places where the slaves worked, but he meant to persevere. The city was big, and it would take time, but ā€œGeoā€™gianaā€ was to cheer up, for he would neber gib in.

One morning Peter announced to Foster that he was going into town to make purchases, and he wanted his assistance to carry the basket.

ā€œAre we going to make another search for poor Mr Sommers?ā€ asked the middy, as he walked along the road holding one handle of the empty basket.

ā€œNo, weā€™s got no time for dat to-day. I musā€™ be back early. Got time onā€™y for one call on a friend ob mine. Das all.ā€

As the negro did not seem inclined for conversation, Foster forebore to trouble him, but observed, without remarking on the circumstance, that, instead of taking their accustomed way to the market-place, they passed along many narrow, steep, and intricate streets until they reached what the midshipman conceived to be the very heart of the city.

ā€œDis am de house ob my friend,ā€ said Peter, stopping in front of an opening which descended into a cellar. ā€œFoller me, Geoā€™ge, anā€™ bring down de baskit wid you. Hallo, Missis Lilly! Is you widin?ā€

ā€œHi! Das you, Peter de Great?ā€ came in shrill tones from below as they descended.

ā€œDumb!ā€ exclaimed Peter, with peculiar emphasis on reaching the cellar. ā€œHow you do, Missis Lilly? Oberjoyed to see you lookinā€™ so fresh. Just looked in to ax how youā€™s gettinā€™ along.ā€

Need we say that Peterā€™s warning word was not thrown away on Hester Sommers, who was seated in her corner embroidering with gold thread a pair of red morocco slippers. But, forewarned though she was, her presence of mind was put to a tremendous test when, all unexpectedly, George Foster descended the steps and stood before her. Fortunately, while the youth was bestowing a hearty nautical greeting on Mrs Lillyā€”for his greeting was always hearty, as well to new acquaintances as to old friendsā€”Hester had time to bend over her work and thus conceal the sudden pallor followed by an equally sudden flush which changed her complexion from a bluish grey to a burnt sienna. When George turned to glance carelessly at her she was totally absorbed in the slipper.

The negro watched the midshipmanā€™s glance with keen interest. When he saw that only a passing look was bestowed on Hester, and that he then turned his eyes with some interest to the hole where Sally was pounding coffee and gasping away with her wonted energy, he said to himself mentally, ā€œHo, Dinah, but you am a cleber woman! Geoā€™ge donā€™t rignise her moreā€™n if she was a rigler coloured gal! I do bā€™lieve her own fadder wouldnā€™t know her!ā€

He then proceeded to have a talk with Mrs Lilly, and while he was thus engaged the middy, who had an inquiring disposition, began to look round the cellar and take mental-artistic notes of its appearance. Then he went up to Hester, and, taking up one of the finished slippers, examined it.

ā€œMost beautiful! Exquisite!ā€ he said. ā€œDoes it take you long to do this sort of thing?ā€

The girl did not reply.

ā€œSheā€™s dumb!ā€ said Peter quickly.

ā€œAh, poor thing!ā€ returned Foster, in a voice of pity. ā€œDeaf, too, I suppose?ā€

ā€œWell, I donā€™t know as to dat, Geoā€™ge.ā€

ā€œIs this one dumb too?ā€ asked the middy, pointing to the coffee-hole.

ā€œOh dear no!ā€ interposed Lilly. ā€œSally aā€™nā€™t dumb; sheā€™s awrful sharp with ā€™er tongue!ā€

ā€œShe ought to be deaf anyhow, considering the row she kicks up down there!ā€

ā€œCome now, Geoā€™ge, itā€™s time we was goinā€™. So pick up de baskit anā€™ go ahead.ā€

Bidding Mrs Lilly an affectionate adieu, the two shaves left the cellar, to the intense relief of poor Hester, who scarce knew whether to laugh or cry over the visit. She had been so eagerly anxious to speak to Foster, yet had managed to keep her promise in spite of the peculiarly trying circumstances.

ā€œPeter,ā€ said the middy, when they had got well out of the town on their way home, ā€œwhat made you say ā€˜dumbā€™ so emphatically when you descended into that cellar?ā€

ā€œDid I say ā€˜dumb?ā€™ā€ returned the negro, with an inquiring look at the clouds.

ā€œYou certainly did.ā€

ā€œā€™Phatically, too?ā€

ā€œYes, most emphatically.ā€

ā€œWell, now, das most remarkably strange!ā€

ā€œNot so strange as my finding Hester Sommers in a coal-hole making golden slippers!ā€

At this Peter set down the basket, threw back his head, and took a prolonged silent laugh.

ā€œNow dat is de strangest tā€™ing ob all. Didnā€™t I tā€™ink you not rignise her one bit!ā€

ā€œPeter,ā€ returned the midshipman gravely, ā€œyou ought to know from experience that true love pierces every disguise.ā€

ā€œDas troo, Geoā€™ge,ā€ said Peter, as he lifted his end of the basket and resumed the journey. ā€œLub is a wonderful tā€™ing, anā€™ I ainā€™t sure what might come ob it if I was took unawares to see my Angelica arter sheā€™d bin painted white. But dereā€™s one tā€™ing as comforts me a leetle, anā€™ dat is, dat Peter de Great ainā€™t de biggest hyperkrite in de world arter all, for de way you purtended not to know dat gal, anā€™ de way she purtended not to know you, hab took de wind out ob my sails altogidder!ā€

Chapter Eleven. Dangers, Vicissitudes, Escapes, New Surroundings, Hopes, And Fears.

It was probably an advantage to Hester Sommers that she had been subjected to so severe a test at that time, for, not many weeks afterwards, she experienced a shock which put her powers of self-restraint to a much severer trial.

It happened thus. Sally and she were on their way home from market one day; the former with a large basket of vegetables on her head, and the latter with a lighter basket of oranges on her arm, for the use of the master at home. They had come to one of the wider of the narrow streets of the town, where the small shops were numerous, and the throng of passers-by was considerableā€”as also was the noise, for Jews, Moors, Cabyles, and negroes were conversing and jostling each other in all directions.

Presently a band of slaves approached, and, as it passed, Hester nearly fainted, for among them she beheld her father, with irons on his legs, and a shovel and pick on his shoulder.

ā€œFather!ā€ she exclaimed, in a faint voice, and, stretching out her arms, made an effort to run towards him.

Quick as lightning Sally grasped the situation,

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