Still Louis and Minnie kept on their labors of love; their inner lives
daily growing stronger and broader, for they learned to lean upon a
strength greater than their own; and some of the most beautiful lessons
of faith and trust they had ever learned, they were taught in the lowly
cabins of these newly freed people.
Often would Minnie enter these humble homes and listen patiently to the
old story of wrong and suffering. Sympathizing with their lot, she would
give them counsel and help when needed. When she was leaving they would
look after her wistfully, and say,
"She mighty good; we's low down, but she feels for we."
And thus day after day of that earnest life was spent in deeds and words
of love and kindness.
But let us enter their pleasant home. Louis has just returned from a
journey to the city, and has brought with him the latest Northern
papers. He is looking rather sober, and Minnie, ready to detect the
least change of his countenance, is at his side.
"What is the matter?" Minnie asked, in a tone of deep concern.
"I am really discouraged."
"What about?"
"Look here," said he, handing her the _New York Tribune_. "State after
State has rolled up a majority against negro suffrage.
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