The Yankee Champion — page 199: what you’re looking at

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

i] . % ae > Shas rs , POs —_ Sa. ~ 192 THE YANKEE CHAMPION, wae our hero was forced to admit-that he could love her none the less now that she was no longer blind. Years rolled on, and the Yankee Champion still proudly bore her flag to the breeze. She struck ter- ror +o the foreign foe, and her batteries thundered over many a capture of the enemy. It was a beautiful day in April. Upon the banks of the Merrimac stood a noble dwelling, and be- neath the piazza sat an old man and woman, and a lovely female who was laughing and playing with two curly-headed children that gamboled at her feet. Suddenly the tramp of horses broke upon the air, and soon two men, the older dressed in the uni- form of a naval captain, and the other as lieutenant, rode up to the steps._and leaped from their saddles. The former sprang toward the female who played with the children, and clasped her to his bosom. ‘Helen, Helen, my own sweet wife,’ he ex- claimed. ‘‘I am back again once more. And my children, oh, bliss !’’ Walter Nixon raised his children in his arms, and as he fondly kissed them, the young and happy wife went to meet her brother, for Gideon, too, had re- turned from the performance of the noble patriot’s duty, to find a warm welcome to the bosoms of his aged parents and his sister. ‘Oh, Walter,’’ uttered the fond wife, as she clung about her husband’s neck, ‘‘must you leave me again?”’ | ‘‘No, no, sweet Helen, I shall go from your side nomore. The sword I received from the hands of my dying father has done its duty, and God grant that henceforth and foréver it may rest honorably in its scabbard. Father, mother, wife,’’ he contin- ued, while a halo of holy joy lit up his noble fea- comicbooks.com - 4 & 7 —. * 7 ad - “| . [> a ae 7. -— Pe ~~ ba > at , Ot <2,