Iola Leroy by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (books you need to read .txt) 📕

a blessed privilege to stand on the threshold of a new era and labor for those who had passed from the old oligarchy of slavery into the new commonwealth of freedom.

On the next evening, Dr. Latimer rang the bell and was answered by Harry, who ushered him into the parlor, and then came back to the sitting-room, saying, “Iola, Dr. Latimer has called to see you.”

“Has he?” answered Iola, a glad light coming into her eyes. “Come, Lucille, let us go into the parlor.”

“Oh, no,” interposed Harry, shrugging his shoulders and catching Lucille’s hand. “He didn’t ask for you. When we went to the concert we were told three’s a crowd. And I say one good turn deserves another.”

“Oh, Harry, you are so full of nonsense. Let Lucille go!” said Iola.

“Indeed I will not. I want to have a good time as well as you,” said Harry.

“Oh, you’re the most nonsensical man I know,” interposed Miss Delany. Yet she stayed with Harry.

“You’re looking very bright and happy,” said Dr. Latimer to Iola, as she entered.

“My ride in the park was so refreshing! I enjoyed it so much! The day was so lovely, the air delicious, the birds sang so sweetly, and the sunset was so magnificent.”

“I am glad of it. Why, Iola, your home is so happy your heart should be as light as a schoolgirl’s.”

“Doctor,” she replied, “I must be prematurely old. I have scarcely known what it is to be lighthearted since my father’s death.”

“I know it, darling,” he answered, seating himself beside her, and drawing her to him. “You have been tried in the fire, but are you not better for the crucial test?”

“Doctor,” she replied, “as we rode along yesterday, mingling with the sunshine of the present came the shadows of the past. I was thinking of the bright, joyous days of my girlhood, when I defended slavery, and of how the cup that I would have pressed to the lips of others was forced to my own. Yet, in looking over the mournful past, I would not change the Iola of then for the Iola of now.”

“Yes,” responded Dr. Latimer, musingly,

“ ‘Darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.’ ”

“Oh, Doctor, you cannot conceive what it must have been to be hurled from a home of love and light into the dark abyss of slavery; to be compelled to take your place among a people you have learned to look upon as inferiors and social outcasts; to be in the power of men whose presence would fill you with horror and loathing, and to know that there is no earthly power to protect you from the highest insults which brutal cowardice could shower upon you. I am so glad that no other woman of my race will suffer as I have done.”

The flush deepened on her face, a mournful splendor beamed from her beautiful eyes, into which the tears had slowly gathered.

“Darling,” he said, his voice vibrating with mingled feelings of tenderness and resentment, “you must forget the sad past. You are like a tender lamb snatched from the jaws of a hungry wolf, but who still needs protecting, loving care. But it must have been terrible,” he added, in a painful tone.

“It was indeed! For awhile I was like one dazed. I tried to pray, but the heavens seemed brass over my head. I was wild with agony, and had I not been placed under conditions which roused all the resistance of my soul, I would have lost my reason.”

“Was it not a mistake to have kept you ignorant of your colored blood?”

“It was the great mistake of my father’s life, but dear papa knew something of the cruel, crushing power of caste; and he tried to shield us from it.”

“Yes, yes,” replied Dr. Latimer, thoughtfully, “in trying to shield you from pain he plunged you into deeper suffering.”

“I never blame him, because I know he did it for the best. Had he lived he would have taken us to France, where I should have had a life of careless ease and pleasure. But now my life has a much grander significance than it would have had under such conditions. Fearful as the awakening was, it was better than to have slept through life.”

“Best for you and best for me,” said Dr. Latimer. “There are souls that never awaken; but if they miss the deepest pain they also lose the highest joy.”

Dr. Latimer went South, after his engagement, and through his medical skill and agreeable manners became very successful in his practice. In the following summer, he built a cosy home for the reception of his bride, and came North, where, with Harry and Miss Delany as attendants, he was married to Iola, amid a pleasant gathering of friends, by Rev. Carmicle.

XXXIII Conclusion

It was late in the summer when Dr. Latimer and his bride reached their home in North Carolina. Over the cottage porch were morning-glories to greet the first flushes of the rising day, and roses and jasmines to distill their fragrance on the evening air. Aunt Linda, who had been apprised of their coming, was patiently awaiting their arrival, and Uncle Daniel was pleased to know that “dat sweet young lady who had sich putty manners war comin’ to lib wid dem.”

As soon as they arrived, Aunt Linda rushed up to Iola, folded her in her arms, and joyfully exclaimed: “How’dy, honey! I’se so glad you’s come. I seed it in a vision dat somebody fair war comin’ to help us. An’ wen I yered it war you, I larffed and jist rolled ober, and larffed and jist gib up.”

“But, Aunt Linda, I am not very fair,” replied Mrs. Latimer.

“Well, chile, you’s fair to me. How’s all yore folks in de up kentry?”

“All well. I expect them down soon to live here.”

“What, Har’yet, and Robby, an’ yer ma? Oh, dat is too good. I allers said Robby had san’ in his craw, and war born for good luck. He war a mighty nice