The Yankee Champion — page 196: what you’re looking at

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+ vy ule . 4 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. 189 was solid enough for heavy traveling, and they took that smooth, frozen track. The horse was a power- ful one, and as he sprang onward in his course he seemed almost conscious of the happy mission he was thus aiding. No words were spoken until they reached the Quaker’s dwelling. Walter requested Jacob and his wife to remain in his sledge till he had first gone in and prepared the way. The young man’s summons at the door was an- swered by the old Quaker himself, Goodhue would have spoken to those who sat in the sledge, but a look from Walter kept him silent. ‘Is Helen well?’’ the young man asked. “Yes. You shall see for yourself,’ and as the Quaker spoke he led the way to the room where sat the good dame, Helen, Gideon, and Luke Soper. Walter cast his eyes- upon Helen. How wonder- fully had the altered in one short month! The bloom of ruddy health was upon her cheek, and—— What a sensation was that? Helen arose from her seat and turned her beam- ing face upon our hero. “Don’t speak, sir,’’ she uttered, as she bent eagerly, wistfully forward. ‘‘Don’t let me hear your voice. Don’t move, for I should know your step. Oh, my eyes do not deceive me! ‘Tis Walter!’ “Yes, my own dear Helen, I am thy Walter.’’ “Oh, I knew it, for I can see your face. Walter, I can see! I can see!”’ Walter Nixon would have spoken, but at this mo- ment the door was burst open, and Jacob Maynard and his wife entered. They had not been able to wait longer. Their parent’s hearts were on the rack. ‘*Where are my cihldren, oh, where?’’ wildly cried the mother, as she gazed about her. ECOomMmIchboo <5) €oO m