Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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DISAPPEARANCE OF BANDOLA. 61 not seen her. Then I walked till dark in the hopes of meet- ing her. No, she could not be seen, and I wondered what it meant, There was no good in looking, however. I must hurry back to see to supper. After tea I sent the cook one way, and I took another—no Bandola anywhere. The next day we looked and inquired, but in vain. Well, so we waited and waited, I running everywhere—though to no use, until [ give her up—no use!” An emphatic gesture accompanied the last word. -“ But can you think of nothing—no reason why she went ? Did she say any thing with reference to a lady who came pas- senger in this vessel four months ago, a Cuban lady ?” “Oh! yes, plenty,” cried the steward, eagerly. “She told me she had seen her, and had some business to transact for her. There was a reward offered to every man on board this ship, and her too if we would find a clue to that lady. Ah! Bandola was an honorable girl. It would have made her rich, and she knew all the time, but would not tell. Very honora- ble!” and the young man shook his head and sighed while his face took on a profound: sorrow. Minerva was plunged again in doubt and despondency. The plot» had’ not ceased working yet—her uncle had not given her up. She more than suspected that Bandola had been watched and tampered with, for she was certain the girl \ would never have abandoned her cause. New fears for her fate were now aided to her perplexing trials—new and terri- ble anxieties. She arose to go—her heart was too full of grief to say more, though more than one question was on her lips. . “Iam sorry,” she articulated—* I am very sorry. I hope and trust she may be found.” “It is strange,” responded the steward, who followed po- litely—* but we shall try again—I don’t despair wholly, of finding her.” Minerva was on the point of leaving the vessel when a voice arrested her, It inquired for Captain Denver, the master of the ship. Minerva dared searcely raise her eyes, but her ex- treme fright forced her to the effort. As she knew before, it Was Senor Abrates, looking miserably pale and woe-begone, tly he was on the search for her. For a moment, Mi- comllrsooks.com