The Colonel's Wife — page 57: what you’re looking at

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50 FATE WEAVES THE FABRIC. liest kind of a thanksgiving tune playing upon his heart-strings. As he reached the ground and staggered away with his burden, he was surprised to feel the girl struggle in his arms. “How dare you hold me so—I am able to stand. Please put me down, barbarian.’’ The voice—the manner gave him a shock, and mechanially he dropped the strong arm that had carried her from death to life—released his burden and stood there amazed, gazing at the face revealed to his eyes as she shook back the mass of black curly locks. It was Mollie—his girl wife! eS eee ee eee oe CHAPTER IX. | FATE WEAVES THE FABRIC. Amazed, almost stupefied, he looked at the Georgia girl whom fate had thrown across his path in such a remarkable way. | ‘‘T beg your pardon if I was rough—the case de- manded action—it was a question of life and death,’ he said at length, recovering his usual gentlemanly manner. _ “JT would rather it had been anybody but you, sir, to whom I should be indebted for my life,’’ she said, coldly, but John only smiled in a grim way. ‘“There’s no use trying to fight fate. I told you we would meet again, and it has come true. Nor do I believe this to be the end.”’ “Sir, remember that I said I hated you,’’ she burst out with some show of temper that must have _. been assumed, for no living wonian could maintain such a feeling toward a dashing soldier who, at the risk of his own life, had snatched her from what threatened to be her funeral pyre. ~-comicbooks.com ‘ er 5 - - Y ie ' 4 ‘ — 75 ‘ is ‘ . of) et ‘ wer , “7 rw: (is eo > AA : we aed at ae ye Le Ba PN peel att ag Ven 48 pi : a - , ee, a a TT | . -_ " PPP! Naw © oe ea TA ab 2 > Ape 7 : ¢ ~ ~ ms a pea oP att \s