Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 111: what you’re looking at

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THE FRUITLESS SEARCH. 109 and with faltering steps, Mrs. Goreham moved on, an impres- sion of coming trouble, gaining on her mind with every step she took. “Oh!” she cried, her face pale with horror, as she came to the motionless body of the dog; “there has been foul work here; Bruno, my poor, faithful Bruno, dead; and Minerya— where is she ?” “That dog’s winged, and no mistake,” said the gardener, stooping over the prostrate animal, while Mrs. Goreham, speechless with sudden fear and sorrow, stood like one bereft of consciousness. “He ain’t dead, though,” he said again, lifting himself; “we'll see if we can’t bring him round. But | what are we going to do about the young lady ?” “We must search, John; search from one end of the place to the other. You must go home and get men and lights— oh! that ever I should have beemso careless; I knew what danger threatened her, too. We were both too secure in our fancied safety ; now, Heaven only knows where she is. There has been foul work.” As soon as it was possible, a number of men, principally farm-hands from neighboring places, set out to explore the premises. Until late at night.they searched with lanterns, but there were no traces of the young girl visible. The dog was comfortably placed in a cart and driven home, still. breathing, but apparently wounded too dangerously to recover. The fright, and the sorrow consequent on this mysterious affair, prostrated the farmer’s wife, and hastened the farmer's re- Jessie came from the brilliant society of Washington to the darkened room of the sick wife, and the sorrow of finding the friend she had learned to love, thrown upon the terrible mer- cies of her persecutors. After some consultation, the old farmer, whose suspicions had been more than awakened in the direction of the great people at the hotel, decided to go, and, as he expressed it, have a little honest talk with them. He was, accordingly, ushered into the great parlor, during the don’s morning lounge, and where the general made it a prac- tice of reading the news. Don Carlos was, as usual, stretched in a silken laziness, puffing slowly at his meerschaum. The - don had the civility to nod his visitor to a seat, and then, comiicloooks.com