Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 65: what you’re looking at

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ROBBED AND PENNILESS 68 theif had abstracted it and she was nearly penniless. No words can express the blank misery with which this new and “uggra- vating trouble filled the mind of the friendless girl, Without money what could she do? Where go? None to apply to, save those whose interested motives she could not fathom, | she remembered that she had paid nearly a month’s rent in advance, so that at least she should not be turned out upon the street, homeless and houseless. But the prospect befure her was, oh! how dreary! Her supply of necessary food was exceedingly limited—she had been intending to re- plenish the meager store, but had put it off from day to day, and now it would take nearly all she possessed to refit her lar- der. That night, after dark, she stole out for a few moments and bought her provisions, determined to keep herself in strict seclusion, and preserve her incognito at all risks. CHAPTER XI. stream; in the rear the solid granite _ hills, with here and there silver tubes of water laid along their rough sides’ Such was the home of old Farmer Goreham, or, 2&3 he was better known, honest old Ben. _ Nothing was wanting to complete the picturesque effect of this woodland home scene. The well, with its: gray mosses mingling with brown, and its high-curved sweep was there ; the garden, with its borders of lilacs and roses; its full-seeded sunflowers, browning in the summer heat; its crowing hens, and brooding chickens; its bright array of milk pans and cans, its great white and black dog, in leather collar, stretched along, his bushy head .n his right forepaw, and the eyes <eeking up now and then with almost human intelligence ; the wong entry, dark and yellow, spotted with straw mats of snowy i d = Comic oooks.comhn