The Yankee Champion — page 194: what you’re looking at

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

THE YANKEE CHAMPION, 187 mere curiosity. I have something in my possession which I found a month ago. Look upon your wife, Maynard, and say if she does not still hold much of the beauty of her youth?”’ “She does, captain.”’ “And here is youth itself!’ said Walter, as he drew forth the miniature and handed it to his com- panion. The old man’s eyes fell upon the sweet face that smiled from that ivory surface, and starting wildly from his seat he clutched the golden locket in his grasp. “This—this—was taken from me on that fearful night,’’ he articulated. “*‘Where did you find it?’’ “It was taken from the stiff, cold corpse of Silas Ryan !’”’ ‘“‘And did you know him?”’ uttered Maynard, who seemed—if the term may so be used—to have sunk into a powerless frenzy. **Where—oh, where?’’ ‘‘He has lived for years not more than five miles from this spot.’’ “Oh, heavens! and I never pie it. But then he’s dead now, and I’ll cherish revenge no longer.”’ Susan Maynard only wept more bitterly as she gazed upon the locket, and when she gave it back to her husband she had no power to speak. ‘“‘T will keep this,’’ murmured Jacob. “Not now,’’ said Walter. ‘‘I have promised to give it to another.”’ The old man looked at the young captain in won- der. ‘Who else on earth can claim it?’’ he cried. “Could you bear to hear it?’’ Jacob Maynard started as a lightning-flash of “S (e(@) Gomicboo