The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 228: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 225 nee are coming to town to see you, and take you home with em. Mabel burst into tears. ‘¢ Come, now, really I have not seen you weep in your mis- fortunes before this good news came, and you ought not now.” ‘*T cannot help it. They—they are tears of joy. J am res- cued; they love me still; they have not deserted me. Oh! what treason it was against all that was just and true, to suspect for one instant that they could.” ‘‘Tam, I assure you, as glad as if it were my own case. My husband tells me that when they come to town, and he brings them here, he hopes that you will be able to control your feel- ings.” “Oh! yes—yes—yes. All will be joy!” ‘ Well, then, I'll tell him that, and he shall bring them, as he said he would. ‘ Wife,’ said he, ‘I shall bring the friends of Miss Mabel the moment they come to town, to inquire for her at the police- office, because the magistrate will refer them to me.’” ‘** Yes! oh! yes.”’ ‘* « And then I shall come, and you will be able to know who is with me, because I shall knock verv loud, and while they re- main down-stairs, you shall go up to Mabel’s room, and just pre- pare her a little for the sudden surprise—you understand.’ ” Mabel passed her hand across her brow for a moment, and then, while the color went and came upon her/cheeks, like the sweet sunshine of an April day, she looked in the face of the officer’s wife, and said, half choked with emotion,— ‘Do not, oh! do not deceive me. Tell me, are—are they here? Yes, yes, your eyes bespeak the truth; they are, and this is but a kind subterfuge to prevent sudden joy from killing me. ee it all! They are here—I know that they are here. Henry! enry!’ 7 ‘‘Mabel!” cried the voice of Henry from below, for he had heard his name pronounced by those lips he valued more than all the world beside. In an instant she had rushed past the officer’s wife, and was down the short, narrow staircase, and the next moment,—oh! joy of jovs! she was in the arms of Henry Morton, and lay, alf-fainting, upon his breast. The feeling that now reigned in the bosoms of these persous we should find it a vain task to attempt to describe. Thought, in a few brief moments, will achieve more in the way of depict- ing what Captain Morton, Henry and Mabel felt than would ie most elaborate attempted description. They were very appy! he officer had left the room, so that, for nearly half an hour, they were all three alone, but had all the world been present, they would have forgotten the fact that any eyes were bent upon, or that any other ears than those to which they severally spoke, aaa tan the words of hope and congratulation that flowed from eir lips. Oh! it was a sight worth a kingdom to see how Henry Mor- ton sat by Mabel, with one of her hands clasped in his, and comicbooks. com