Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 119: what you’re looking at

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° THE GENERAL'S HOUSEKREPER. 117 ~* «No, you won't, Bandola ; you must live to help me in my Do you want to go back to America ?” “Oh ! God knows!” cried the girl. “Do you think I have never given your letter to the consul? It has almost killed me. Don Carlos came on board when the vessel was in port, and what he said I know not; but the captain told me to go with him, and here I haye been kept as a prisoner all these months. I know they have been months, though. they have seemed like years. I should never have been here, perhaps, only the servants have been sent to the hospital to tend the sick, and the old housekeeper was taken with the cramps, and let me out to give her medicine. But, oh! if you should be ill?” “Don't fear for me,” said Minerva; “God will take care of me. Who is in the house besides you ?” “ Nobody but the housekeeper—and there! do you hear wheels? Itis that horrible Jose. I have seen his face go past my window every day, till I am so tired of it.” “ Where does he come from every day, Bandola?” asked Minerva. “That I don’t know. I’ve asked the housekeeper many times, but I suppose she never knew either, for she never told me. He brings something in a basket, and carries something away; what it is, 1 know not. Oh! I can’t get tired looking dream, I want to sleep always. “ You are wide awake, Bandola; so am I. You shall not remain here, but go back to America with me, if all things come right,” said Minerva. , Tears of gratitude stole down the dark cheeks of the grate- ful girl, as she uttered the low, fervent cry, “God be “TI must see this Jose; where 1s he?” asked Minerva. “ Around at the stables, I suppose,” was the reply. “Lead the way to the housekeeper, Bandola.” The girl held up her head, and marched like a soldier. Minerva stood before the housekeeper, who gave a shrill cry, and seemed inclined to faint. “Do not be frightened, my good Monte,” said Minerva, comlclbooks.com