The Yankee Champion — page 55: what you’re looking at

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48 ‘THE YANKEE CHAMPION. ‘Here, let me take your hand, and I will lead you. You do not distrust me?”’ | ‘No, no—oh, no,” she quickly returned. “I have learned to know people by their voices, and I am not afraid of harm from you.’’ “This is the path, is it not, here to the southward ?’’ “Yes, There is but one that leads to this place.’’ And as she spoke, she put forth her small white hand, and Walter took it in his own. It did not tremble, but it rested there as though the soul that directed it knew that it was guarded by one who could not be dishonorable. ‘Have you been always blind?”’ asked Walter, as he led the way through the woodland path. ‘Almost from an infant,’’ returned Helen. “Then you remember but little of the visible scenes of earth?’ ‘One object alone is fixed upon my mind through the medium of sight,’’ the fair girl said, while a tear gathered in her sightless eyes. “‘I can remem- ber one sweet face that smiled upon me in infancy, and even now I can see the light blue eyes and kindly beaming features that then I beheld. Some may tell me that it is an image of my mind alone; __ but, oh, I know it cannot be. I would not have that face blotted from my memory for worlds.”’ “Tt was your mother?” said Walter, in a tone of reverential awe. . “Yes,” returned the girl. She caught the tones of her deliverer’s voice, and a look of effulgent grati- tude overspread her features. For some little distance the two walked on in si- lence. At length Walter asked: ‘Have you not a brother?’ co es. | . \ 7) af ie i YE he « mm aAYY Wee a. La comic