Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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MELANCHOLY FORBBODINGS. 29 “Oh, yes,” said Minerva, smiling, “one in particular; the richest man in all Cuba.” “ And why didn’t you?” é Because I didn’t like him—because I detested him,” she added passionately. The shadow grew deeper on her brow; her work fell from her hands. The malignant face of Don Carlos, with its dark, vengeful eyes came before her. What ifthey had met, Carlos and Herman ?—both quick, resolute men. Oh, the sickening a n that crept into her heart as the possible result suggested itself. And she alone in the world, poor and de- pendent, with but the temporary resort to her jewels to keep her from famine. Well, better even that than the wife of that horrible man ; better to earn her bread, though how those help- less hands were to accomplish such wonders could not even be imagined. “There, now you are sad again,” said Bandola. “Yes, I was thinking.” “Why do you think? I never think long enough to make me unhappy. The way to enjoy life, I believe, is to think as seldom as you can.” Minerva made no reply to this.sally. A dreadful forebo- ding had taken complete possession of her mind. she could not sit there in the clear breeze, the pure sunshine—but gath- ering up her work she went down into her state-room. There, fumbling about the pocket of her traveling dress, she found a little purse, through whose meshes glittered gold. “Poor, old uncle—he gave me this,” she murmured; “ he was good, kind, and liberal in all but one thing. Why would he force me, till I had nearly been sacrificed, to marry that dreadful man? What was the fascination Don Carlos ex- erted over him? I cannot think. Well, at least, I shall have sufficient to pay my passage, and to keep me in some hofel until”—here she paused. She- would have added, “until I meet Herman,” but her heart fell as heavy as lead when she thought of it. Even the captain's cheerful face and jovial lan- guage lacked their pleasant influence forher. She dreaded the sight of the shore, for she had never been so far alone, and now she had none but the captain and poor Bandola to depend upon. CoOnmmcooOoks.aconn