Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 33 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 33: what you’re looking at
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A WHATHER-BREEDER. 85 box of tiny apparel must have been aware of this precious secret. No one but Annette could have sent this little gift! Mary wrote to her, at St. Louis, to inquire, and received an answer denying any knowledge of either affair. Mary, more puzzled than ever, in vain tried to unravel the little mystery. She now received another letter from her husband, dircct- ing her, if a certain village lot, which he had often spoken of as the spot on which he should like to build his store, was still vacant, to purchase it, and pay for it out of the means she had on hand, as he had prospered well with his affairs, and would like to begin building as soon as he got home. Mrs. Bryant, finding the lot unsold, at once purchased. it, paying the purchase-money down, three hundred dollars in gold, out of the fund laid away in the little saving-box, As she sat, that evening, in the door, looking off at the river and the sunset, as on the occasion when we first saw her, she had seldom in her life felt more peacefully happy. . Their prospects were so. flattering, every thing conspiring to prosper them ; the hope of Luke’s speedy return so full of joy, the thought of his amazement and delight when she should betray to him her secret, so sweet; that as she sat and mused, with lovely, radiant face, thanking God in her heart, silently, she was more beautiful than ever, : _ the only shadow on her thoughts was the fear that Luke a be detained another month, as he had said was pos- sible, “ What a lovely day this has been,” she said, as her father came and sat on the steps in front of her. .. .. “ Yes, but it’s a weather-breeder, child. . We'll have astorm s00n. These hot, bright days are sure to bring thunder.” conicloooks.com