“Ah, my poor woman,” said Natalie, her eyes still fixed upon that spiritual face, “I trust such has never been your lot.”

“Bress you! missy, dem is de only kind words I hear dis many a day, since dey take me way from my poor ole man, and de young uns! but I’s not sure now but you’s de spirit ob dat pure cretur, (pointing to the Madonna) dat’s speakin a few words, jus to cheer me like.”

“And where are your children now? and your poor old man?”

“O! missy,” said the woman, drawing a parcel from her bosom, carefully unfolding it, and holding a large red handkerchief up to view,—­“if I tinks I eber find de mate to dat, I’specks I die wid de joy! but it am a long story, missy, it begins way back, a long fore your sweet eyes see de light ob dis wicked world.”

“Do not call it a wicked world; it is a beautiful world, which God has given us to live in!”

“Ah, missy, if oder white folks like you, I ’specks it be jus no world at all; it be all one great heaben!”

“But what is this mark upon the handkerchief?” asked Natalie, for she had seen a fac-simile of the little device, upon old Vingo’s bandanna, which he used to lend her when she was a child, and she had handled it so carefully, because he had told her that it was the most valuable thing he owned in the world, beside his Bible, and she had looked up into his face, with her great blue eyes, and asked him what the two little crooked marks were made to represent; and he had told her they were to represent himself and his poor Phillis, for they were bent with the sorrows of the world; and now, here were the same crooked marks, wrought upon the corner of this black woman’s handkerchief, which she seemed to treasure so much!  What could it mean?  Natalie looked upon it in astonishment.

“Where did you get this?” she asked.

“My poor ole man gabe it to me, de last time I sees him, and he takes anoder like it, and say, ’Phillis, we will keep dem; dey’s not quite as ’spressive as de garultypes ob missus’s, but when you sees dat, you may know dat old Bingo am tinking ob you.”

“And do you ever think to meet him again?” asked Natalie, without betraying her emotion at such a discovery.

“Oh, missy, if he know anyting about heaven, I might ’speck to meet him dar; but we not know anyting ’bout dat good place den, and I ’specks he am clean used up by dis time; clean gone, widout eber hearin’ ob de good Lor’!”

“And your children,—­you have never forgotten them?”

“No, missy, I neber forgets dem, and though dey brack as dar mammy, I lub dem as much as dat pure creter dar; and I takes dem in my arms, and press dem to my heart de same, but I rudder be called to part wid dem, dan dat such as she hab to gib up her chilen, for ’pears like I can bear it better, cause I’s brack.”

“My good woman, you have a forgiving spirit for your oppressors, and, thank God, I have it in my power to make two of my fellow mortals happy.  What should you say, if I were to tell you where you may find your husband?”