Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 30: what you’re looking at

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82 OLD JUPE. “Who said we thought he was bad ?” asked Mary, blush- ing with consciousness of the truth of the accusation. “Ob, it isn’t necessary to deny it; You need not blush; I’m not sensitive about it. Of course he’s not such a paragon as Luke; I shouldn’t fancy him if he was! Parcell and I don’t set up for perfection, like some people.” “Tm sure we don’t, Nettie, so don’t begin with your sar- casms. If you have married a good man who loyes you, no- body in the world, except yourself, can be so glad of it as I am,” and Mary’s arms went about her sister’s neck. Nettie’s eyes fell before the loving look that met them ; she shrank a very little from the kiss offered; then rallied and returned it with seeming equa] warmth. Father Miller had never had auy influence over Annette, and@ her step-mother she used to treat with cool neglect, but she had been so different during this last visit that they, too, were sorry to see her goaway. Shehad bought several little luxuries, in the way of china, and furniture, for their home, and had promised to share with the Bryants, in the duty of providing for them in their old days, should their own méans prove insufficient. Altogether, Annette won golden opinions on every. side, at home and abroad, vanishing in quite a little blaze of glory, leaving a trail of light behind her. Auntie Clare alone never changed her mind, being not the least bit conciliated by the half-dozen real bandana handker- chiefs which Annette was gracious enough to present her on the day of her departure. “Dem bandaners han’some as a rainbow—nebber see no han’somer, but, dey can’t buy my love,” she told Jupe, ag she showed them to him in the eyening. ‘TI don’t like Mrs. Par- cell and I won’t like her, not if she’d gib me a silk gownd. I ain’t gwine to w’ar dem han’k’chers, nuther. You can hab ‘em all, Jupe, to flirt around in meetin’ w’en you's called on to exhort. Dey’ ll make your remarks twice as edifyin’ if you flirt ’em right, ’specially dis fire-red one. You see, w’en yowre talking about de bad place, Jupe, an de flamin’ fire fer sinners, ‘den you wants to carry dis red bandaner. I shouldn’t wonder if ’twould make dem as has a guilty con- science groan right out. Dis w’ite one will be beautiful fer to wave w’en you's tellin’ ’em ’bout de w’ite robes. Laws, CORnnicloooks.conn