The Yankee Champion — page 187: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

180 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. he used to curse and swear, and grit his teeth, and then he would be more ugly than ever. No, sir, he didn’t know how to love.’’ | ‘‘And who is it the picture of?’’ ‘‘Helen’s mother. Silas Ryan murdered her.”’ ‘“Let me look at it.”’ | “Take it. You’ll see it looks like Helen and Gid- eon both.”’ The locket contained the miniature of a beautiful female, in the bloom of youth. Walter took it in his hand. ‘‘Good heavens!” he exclaimed, as his eyes rested upon the picture; ‘‘do you speak truly when you say this is Helen’s mother?’’ “Yes. But what’s the matter?”’ ‘Nothing, nothing.’’ “But there must be something. Did you know her?’’? asked Luke, gazing in astonishment upon the young man’s working features. | “Know h r?’’. repeated Walter, abstractedly. “Yes, Luke, yes. I must keep this for the present.’ ‘‘Perhaps she was a friend of yours?’’ ‘“Yes, yes, she was.’’ ‘“A relation?’’ slowly queried Luke. ‘““t must keep it.”’ “But you will give it to Helen. I took it for her; for though she can’t see it, yet | know she would love to wear it next to her bosom.”’ ‘She shall have it, Luke. Come, let’s go now. I — will send some one from the town to dispose of this body.”’ | Luke Soper cast one more look at the dead man, and then he turned away from the spot where lay the last of the Tory league. His thoughts were busy with the past, and Walter could see that there was -~ comicbooks.com. evel 4