Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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SUPPER FOR THREE. 21 v= CHAPTER IV. THE SEARCH AND THE ATTACK. A BEAUTIFUL little supper-room, whose table of Indian letter-wood, is spread fot three. Enter Senora Mancha, bril- _ liant in a head-dress, composed of red roses, gold foil, and rich - lace. Though her face is sallow, her hair is ebon as mid- night, and her manners still those of the Spanish nobility. The Senora moved to the little stand of marble on which stood an apparatus for boiling tea. In a few moments the steam as- cended in graceful curves, white as snow-wreaths, Presently, im came the general and Don Carlos. Punctiliously placing himself at the table, the old gentleman motioned for the rest to be seated, “ Yes, yes, I was never more surprised in my life ;” he said, *$ if upon some continued subject. “How could she have learned? Iam ata loss to know. I think I can trust my “I think you may ;” said that lady with no little emphasis. “T don’t care how it was found out, as long as it is known, and she don’t object,” said Don Carlos, displaying a magnifi- Cent diamond ring, as he helped himself to the delicate wafers hear; “but the deuce is in it, too. How comes it that she makes no appeal, confesses no disinclination. My dear friend, I fear there’s treachery at the bottom. Still, I am vain enough to believe that her playing off was only a girlish whim, for she well knows that I chose her from a Jegion who would fain be the mistress of my heart, to say nothing of other attractions ;” he added with a sly smile. “I am very glad the thing is settled at last,” said the gen- eral, with a sigh of relief. “From to-night I cease to hate America.” ag “Not so fast, my dear friend,” spoke up Don Carlos, com- pressing his lips. “I saw Goreham to-day, radiant in whiskers commicloooksaconn -