Wouldn't Accept It

People who strive to elévate certain classes in the social fabric often find, to their surprise, that these very persons jealously guard the barriers of class distinctions. The following illustration of that f act is given by the author of "Four Years in Rebel Capitals." A Richmond lady had a maid who, devoted and constant to her mistress, still burned with cnriosity tor a sight of everything pertaining to "Mars' Linkum's men," and especially for "de skule." For swift, indeed, had newcomers been to preach the gospel of Alphabet, and negro schools seemed to have been brought in by every army ambulance, so numerously did they spring np in the captured capital. So early one day Clarissa Sopiiia donned her very best, and with shining face hied her like anything bnt a snail to school. Very brief was her absence; her return reticent, but pouting and with unduïy tip tilted nose. It soon carne out that the teacher had begun by impressing the children with the f act that all present were bom "free and eqnal," and that each of them was quite as good as she was. "Wa' dat yo's sayin' now?" interrupted Ciarissa Sophia. "Yo' say Tse jes' ekal as yo' is?" "Yes, I said so, and I will prove it to you." "Ho! 'taint noneed," was the response. "Reck'n I is, sho' 'nuff. But does yo' say dat I'se good as missus, my missus?" "Certainly you are." "Den I'se jes' gwine out yere, right off," cried Clarissa Sophia, suiting action to word. "Ef I'se good as my missus, I'se goin' ter quit, feer I jes' know she ent 'soshiatin' wid no sich white trash like you is!"