Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 14: what you’re looking at

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2 > a J Gre oe - ee oad ae HE pons/Oe" LINER will consent to the repeal of the act, since the feeling is 50. strong against it.” ° “There must be no neutrals on this question. If you re- fiise to use the stamps, you are identified with the enemies of your king. You must use them. See, I have some stamped paper here, and 1 want you to keep your word with me about the sixty-acre lot, by the river. You promised to deed it to mo, Make it out on this paper.” “Was this a trap for me, David ?” “Never mind what it was. Make it out on this paper.” “ No, David. I shall never do that.” “ But, 1 tell you that you shall.” “ You are speaking to your father; David.” “T care not. You shall not join in this mad movement if I can help it. Once for all,” striking the stamp With his clenched band, “ will you or will you not make out the deed of that land upon the paper I now hold in my hand ?” “ Once for all, L wall not.” “Then you are a traitorous old fool /” cried the unnatural son. «Do you want to dangle to one of these liberty-trees, with a stamp upon your breast ? We will cram the stamp down their throats with our swords! Here, Miriam, speak to the old man. He will ruin himself.” Miriam Connor, the beauty of the Mohawk country, had come out of the house, and stood a few feet away. She had heard the last words of her brother, and her fine face express- ed ber detestation of such language. She hada good righ to her reputation as a beauty. She had the light, active form belonging to her English blood, a delicately poised head, with a flood of rich, golden-brown hair, a sweet mouth, hazel eyes and delicate skin. Just the sort of enticing little beauty to bewitch the children of men. “For shame, David!’ she said, advancing to hig side, “What do youmean? Have you no more reverence for your father than this?” , Ile stammered some rude excuse, for the fellow was some what afraid of his beautiful sister. It had been the plan of © the royal magistrate, Sir John Johnson, to get some such man as Connor to accept the stamp-act, and through him, many others. David had undertaken the mission, and would have Ccomiclooks. conn of ¥ *\ }