The Illegal Marriage — page 241: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 233 found him bright and cheerful, sitting up in an easv-chair. | “Come, Stannard, you are just in time,” Trippe said, gayly; “Ham is trying to persuade me that I am still sick.” “Weak then,” said Pierce, laughing, “if you like that word better.” “Weak! Come now, Ham, I’ll wrestle with you for your bill—what say? Double or off?” “Don’t talk to me about a bill.” “Your car fare, then, and extras.” “Why, man, I’ve been doubly paid already, Stan- nard there has furnished me with unlimited funds.” A look of love came into Trippe’s eyes as he gazed upon Stannard’s face, and made’a mental addition to his debt of gratitude. “It was the heat of that crowded room,” said Trippe, in a subdued voice; “give me plenty of fresh air and I shall be strong enough.” He had turned the subjcet, not daring to express his feelings of gratitude to Stannard. “T’ve got twice the stamina you have, Ham,” Trippe concluded, “even after this long pull.” A rap at the door made them turn, and a waiter entered. “Massa Trippe, old ge-ge-gemman he-ya, wa-wa- want see Mas-mas’s Trippe. Haw—Haw—Hawk he sav he’s na-name is.. See—suthin oder like dat ar.” The stuttering of the negro raised a hearty laugh, and put the party in the best of spirits. s atk him to come up,” said Trippe, laughing oudly. “ He’s—he’s—he’s do—done he yah,” the boy re- plied, grinning all over his face, and throwing open the door. Half bent and very much broken, old Hawks entered the room, and, trembling dreadfully, bowed to the men present. “Great Heaven! what a wreck!” exclaimed Trippe in surprise. Martin also came to the door to find Stannard. “Guerry is in my room with Crawford—will you come in, colonel?” Gomicbooks