The Yankee Champion — page 195: what you’re looking at

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188 s THE YANKEE CHAMPION. thought whirled wildly through his brain. He stepped forward and laid his hand softly upon W al- ter’s shoulder, and in a low whisper he said: “Speak !’’ “Then,’’ returned Walter, “I have promised to give it to one who would cherish it as the counter- feit of her mother. Her sightless eyes may never behold its sweetness, but her heart would beat fondly to feel that the loved image was near her. Another, too—a fair-haired youth — will grasp it——’”’ Ere Walter could finish a wild cry broke from the lips of Susan Maynard, and starting up from her chair she would have rushed to her husband, but her strength failed her, and she sank upon the floor. Jacob and Walter both sprang to her assistance, and having lifted her into a chair, she soon opened her eyes. “Did I dream?’ she murmured, gazing for a mo- ment vacantly about. Then her eyes were fastened upon Walter. “It was you who spoke,”’ she cried, starting up and seizing the young man by the arm. “Tell me, sir, oh, do tell me, do my children live?”’ ‘“‘“A month ago I left them well and happy. They are but a few miles from here, with one who will protect them. In the morning we will go to them.” Susan Maynard let go the arm of Walter and tot- tered toward her husband, and as her head fell upon his bosom he wound his arms about her, and, speechless and frantically, they wept till their tears formed a stream that might have watered the joy- plants of heaven. On the next morning Jacob Maynard had his sledge early at the door, and into it stepped the old man, his wife, and Walter. The ice upon the river ’ 4 : 1 t ¢ : comicbooks.« : , 1k ao on bel Ok ak Vee ; i 7 3s a a 4! a 3 7% ‘ = a Ts . ? au ve ¥