Laura Brayton — page 161: what you’re looking at

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152 LAURA BRAYTON, CHAPTER XXXI. SHARP’S I1ERROR. “What isn’t to be will not be! That’s what’s the - matter, Enoch Sharp. You needn’t jaw me, because some friends of yours, from down below, have spir- ited off the girl you wanted me to marry.” “Fool! Drunken sot! you anger me because you can sleep under disappointment.” “Pooh, I could sleep under something heavier than disappointment, if I could only be let alone. What do you want to shake me so, and wake me up for. I can’t do you any good.” “You can. This house is haunted. Satan him- self leads the spirits which torment me. Wake up and keep me company.” : “T can’t. Why don’t you do as I do, take enough of the spirit of Bourbon to drown out the others. Now let me sleep, Enoch Sharp—do, that is a good soul.” And the drunken gambler turned over again on the floor from which Sharp had been trying to rouse » him, And in amoment his heavy snoring told how dead he wasto allthe sounds and sights of this world, if not to those of the next. “Miserable wretch! Fiend that Iam, I am boca him. at least in my appetites!” muttered Sharp. “But the courage, which was once my boast, seems to be leaving me. I tremble at my shadow. Even — that bull-dog, Joe, is above me in the lack of fear. | | 2 comicbooks Sie in co