Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 24: what you’re looking at

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novels by the dozen. Where’s the girl \of sixteen that will look twice at a fellow whose beard crops up in white and red _ stubbles and who is obliged to wear patched pantaloons, when her head is full of Sir Lancelots and Giaours and grandiose chaps of that sort. She’ll elope yet with some six-penuy bar- ber from New York, the happy possessor of dyed hair and ~~ mustache and two melancholy dark eyes, and Dick Derwent — may-cut his throat and make a Sensation paragraph for the News, for all that she will care.’ — A a oo Dick Derwent Plots. ) X9 % i? The young man came to a rit as he reached this gloomy _ climax. The place of tryst was evidently gained—a dismal spot, a dozen yards beyond the house, on the verge of the _windy cliffs, screened from the beach below by a clump of | dwarf cedars. | He glanced over the bushes, but the shore below was in _ darkness. A regiment might be in hiding under that beetling _ e@liff and he be none the wiser. A watery moon looked out trom the scudding clouds, but - east no light on that eerie spot, and the man who leaned motionless against the rock, directly below him, was unseen ~~ by Dick Derwent. | The sub-editor of the Rockledge News ae forth a big a ‘dg ane * . s adi, ie? » hal # ~ be 4 J i, to let a little, novel-reading chit of sixteen fool me like—— Qh; by George, here she is!” | siren watch and. looked ay the dial by the pallid glimmer of “Flalf-past eight and no sign of her yet. She'll keep mo | waiting and cooling my shins here an hour or so, as usual, and maybe won’t come at all. What an unutterable ass I am e His whole face lit up—grew radiant. Plain Dick Derwent was transformed in a second by the magical power of love. _ Where was common sense, his reasoning and his railing now. _ Yonder came his darling, and all the world was forgotten! ¥ ‘ _ She came breathlessly—flying over the marsh, a shawl over - cheap gray dress. . | erie “Waiting, Dick?” she srind: panting. “I always keep you ae waiting, don’t I? But-I couldn’t steal out any sooner. was afraid i couldn’t come at all.” | Be “But you’re here now, Miss Mallory, and, as Mr. Toots ae _ remarks, the waiting is of no consequence, thank you! Here a are the books, four ‘of them, enough to keep you reading for one week.” | - “Thank you, Dick! But, oh! where’s the use? I won't Ae be let read them; I’ll never be able to return them—never t _ ae a t en: “this 1g is! 438i hago time you and I can. eee : her head and grasped under chin—the wind fluttering her | eS et the chance to meet you here again. Yes, Dick,” with eet.” Comicbooks: on mes (E(@) “as r be mi M - eet as ‘7° ; , ’ or ‘ ‘te at. y 7 . Z 4 : . 7 giv - 4 + © .s ae a - J nate Aas any, ERs : Prt 2 ‘ .