The Yankee Champion — page 186: what you’re looking at

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‘Gh, ¢_- oe THE YANKEE CHAMPION. 179 Again the dying man made an abortive effort to reach the handle of his knife. “Oh, I wish I could reach you now,’’ he gasped, | as the elbow that sustained him began to weaken. “Vou can’t, Silas Ryan. Your days on earth are numbered. You won’t kill any more people.’’ “Kill! Ha, ha, ha—you killed them, too, Luke Soper. You can’t wash the blood from your hands. Don’t you remember how they cried for mercy?” ‘““Oh, cease, cease,’’ groaned Soper, turning deadly pale, and quaking at every joint. “Tuke, Luke,’’ whispered Ryan, looking vacantly up with eyes that had now become glassy; ‘where are those two children?’ | “They are safe.’’ : “Tuke, remember you—kill them! kill them! Don’t let them live! I swore that—Luke, Luke——’’ Silas Ryan said no more, for with that last word the lamp of his life went out. ‘ He’s dead!’”’ said Walter, as he stepped nearer to the corpse. Luke Soper made no answer, but silently he gazed upon the face of the man he had slain. “Tet us go from here now,”’ continued our hero. No, no, wait a moment,” said Luke. As he spoke he knelt down by the side of Ryan and tore open the shirt. Upon that blood-stained bosom, and suspended to the neck by a silken cord, was a golden locket, which Luke took in his hand and slipped from the string. ‘“What!’? exclaimed Walter, “‘did that wretch still hold a spark of love in his bosom?’’ , “Love?” repeated Luke. “‘No. This he wore to keep alive his vengeance. He wore it because he hated the one it looked like. Whenever he saw it co m comicbooks