Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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THE REVEREND MR. SECALES. 87 cause to remember Herman, for he saved his life when they were together in a steamer, cruising among the West India Islands. You know Herman has been everywhere,” she add- ed, turning to Minerva, who listened with breathless interest. ; “Well, he went on to say, that he had a terrible attack of cholera, which was then raging in several of the islands, and that Herman stood over him a whole night and a part of the next day, and it was. owing to his unremitting exertions that he was now alive. You can’t think how father grasped him by the hand, and I do believe he couldn't speak for wanting to ery. Then he told about Herman, and the man clenched his teeth together, and declared that he would suffer any thing for that young man, that noble, self-sacrificing young man, he called him. He asked what he could do, and told father to command him in any wey. Father asked him to dinner, but he said Mr. Calderon, ‘our minister,” she added, turning to Minerva, “had invited him to-day, but he would call on you, mother, this week, he has ever so many little anecdotes to tell about that ‘noble young man.’” “I shall be very glad to see him,” said her mother, gently ; “or any one that can give me any news of my dear boy.” The day passed pleasantly, and the half-joyful, half-dreaded Monday had come. Jessie’s little heart was so full, that her leave-taking was quite mournful, while even the good farmer's “take care of yourself,” as-he touched the lips of his wife, and pressed the hand of his guest, was almost inaudible. . Thus the farmer’s wife and Minerva were quite alone till noon. Then came the gardener, a stout, burly man, with a wife as stout, but looking better natured: than himself, both able from all appearances to protect a houseful from any felo- nious attack, she with tongue, and he with muscle. Minerva Continued to ramble cautiously, accompanied always by Mrs. Goreham, and the dog Bruno. One evening, when they came home, just at dusk, they found a stranger in the parlor, who gave his name as the Rev. Mr. and whom Mrs. Gore- -ham recognized instantly by Jessie's description. Minerva, as Was usual with her when any one came, took her seat in a recess and showed a very visible disinclination to be noticed, or even to speak. She had caught a glimpse of a dark face, the eyes covered by spectacles, but the impression, slight as it ‘ comicloOolks Conn