Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 73: what you’re looking at

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THE RIDE “ HOME.” 71 longer, she would have been in my possession, now it remains to head her off in that direction, and that will be difficult.” As he said this to himself, he had sprang into the vehicle, showing a row of teeth, glittering and white as milk, while his upper lip, shorn of a recent mustache, proved by its quiu- ering jerks, the agitation of his mind, and the fierceness of his temper. Meanwhile, the gray had cleared the lower part of the city, before the old farmer turned his attention from the prospect before him. Then, when they were past all danger, for the horse was spirited, and pricked up his ears at the sight of a bridge or railroad track, he said, pointing to the bottom of the carriage, “ There's a little basket there, mother put me up @ few sandwiches and cakes, for, to tell you the truth, I started without my breakfast. Perhaps you will help me eat them, it’s not so pleasant to eat alone.” Minerva thanked him, blessing him in her heart for his thoughtfulness and delicacy, blessing him for the food, for she was hungry. | “T must look strange to you, in this disfiguring dress,” she said, and as she spoke, she lifted the bonnet, cap, and false front from her head. Her own curls fell on the instant in thick masses about her face, that now, divested of spectacles, though white and thin, was still youthful, and very beautifal. “Poor child!” said the old man, and there he paused. The past crowded on his soul, Herman, his face exultant with love and triumph, seemed at the moment, shadow-like, to sit beside his betrothed. “You are -ill,” he added, a moment after, controlling his feelings ; “how much you must have suffered! but we'll soon get you up again in our good country-air, clear and bracing, and my little Jessie longs to welcome you as 4 sister.” “Oh, yes, little Jessie,” murmured Minerva; “he used to Speak of her. How I shall love her!” “T want to talk with you about my boy, when we get home,” said the farmer; “I can’t do it in the noise of these rattling wheels. But, perhaps, if you have found it necessary to wear your disguise, it is not prudent to take it off now, even though we are on the road to the country.” ” “Tt seems-so pleasant to be free from the odious thing, . cEomichooks:com