Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 98: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

06 THE PRISONER OF LA VINTRESSE. CHAPTER XVII. A PRIVATE ARRANGEMENT. - Don Caruos entered the private parlor with less alacrity than was his wont when about to meet Senor Velasquez. He paused for a moment, struck with the altered bearing of the man. “What an admirable Jesuit!” he thought. Senor Velasquez was leaning over a huge folio that lay open before him, his whole attitude and demeanor that of a hum- ble, sacrificing clergyman. “The demure hypocrite!” was Don Carlos’ next thought; “if he deceives others, he'll deceive me for a consideration,” He walked more firmly ; the senor straightened himself Don Carlos exclaimed as usual, “ Well!” “Good news! the very best. I have found her,” exclaimed the man. “The senorita, you mean?” said the don, with a little frown. “Your pardon; I mean Senorita de Monserate. She is on a farm not two miles from this place.” “ Well?” echoed the don. “T humbly await orders,” was the response. “You say you have seen her? How did she appear?” “ Very happy; entirely contented,” replied the cunning se- nor, delighted, as he marked the effect of his words on the darkening brow ef Don Carlos. “ Where is she?” he asked, shortly. “ At the house of her—I beg pardon—at the home of a Farmer Goreham—a man of much wealth, I suspect.” “TI thought as much,” muttered the don, his hate of Los Americanos gaining the ascendency again. “T have further learned that the old farmer has gone to Washington to get up sympathy and an expedition for his inissing son.” comicloooks. con