The Yankee Champion — page 180: what you’re looking at

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~ THE YANKEE CHAMPION. 173 ‘And would you be so happy to feel that another claimed my tenderest care and love?’’ asked Walter with a voice tuned to the deepest meaning. ‘‘Could you feel perfectly happy to know that you were only second in my affections?—that my fondest words and holiest aspirations were not for you?”’ “Oh, no, I should not be so happy. I know I should not; but I would not be envious—I would not complain. You have a right to take another for your wife,’ “But lhave no right to trample under foot ih holy affections of my own heart, Helen. I have no right to blight the sweetest flowers that ever yet sprung up in my pathway. I should lie to my own soul, should I take another than you for my wife, and I should he to her to whom I should offer an empty heart. You must be my wife, sweet Helen.”’ “T cannot say nay. Do with meas you please; but, oh, raise not a hope so heavenly in my bosom that may be crushed.’’ “Fear not,’’ said Walter, as he wound his arms about the fair being and pressed her to his bosom. ‘‘Let your hope rest in life, for death alone shall put out its torch.”’ ‘‘Ah, even death may not extinguish it, Walter; for if heaven be such a homeasI have believed, where the freed spirit shall know the friends of earth, then our loves will be more beautiful than ever. Oh, Walter,’’ continued the fair girl, her face glowing with holy enthusiasm, “‘I shall see in heaven; the scales will drop from my eyes, and I shall drink in the beauties of God’s great universe. I shall see my father and mother there, too. Oh, we shall know and love each other in heaven, else it would not be a home.”’ cComicbooks (0) m