The Yankee Champion — page 160: what you’re looking at

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. tt » Sau iees >» ail r ® ' ) oa . te . THE YANKEE CHAMPION. 163 CHAPTER XIX. THE LIFE-TIDE OF VILLAINY EBBS FASTER YET. It was on the evening of the same day that Helen had been placed beneath the roof of the Quaker, that Walter Nixon had left the dwelling of Jacob Maynard, on his way to the Tory’s cottage. It was just nightfall when he reached the small opening within which the house stood, and with an eager step he approached it. All was still and quiet within, as for several moments he hearkened. He placed ‘his hand upon the latch, and found that the door was not fastened. Without hesitation he pushed it open and entered. The kitchen was cold and cheerless, and Walter knew by the feeling of the atmosphere that there had been no fire through the day. “Gone! All gone!’? he murmured, as he gazed through the gloom. It was but the work of a few moments to strike a light, and as the lamp was lighted he began to look about him. Upon the table lay an old Bible, and by the side of it were five strips of paper. ‘‘She cannot have been gone long,’’ he said to him- self; ‘“‘for here is her Bible, from which her brother had been doubtlessly reading to her, and here are some marks that have been taken out and left. One, two, three, four. What does that mean? Knife? Those papers were cut for lots—that is a strange word to be placed at the hazard of a draft.’’ Walter gazed upon the papers in a thoughtful mood, and abstractedly he cast his eyes upon the ~GOMIGDOO “S co