Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 34: what you’re looking at

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86 OLD JUPE. CHAPTER IV. THE THUNDERBOLT FROM A CLEAR 8KY. In the morning the storm broke—sudden, swift, overwhelm- ing—a tempest, leaping out of the very sunshine—not a cloud, not a note of warning—all was peace, when the bolt struck, and one happy home was in ruins. ~ When Mr. Miller arose, he saw no promise of the rain he had predicted; the sky was clear, the grass glittering with dew. Auntie Clare had prepared a cheice breakfast ; for, as Mary’s health grew more delicate, no dainty could be too much trouble to prepare for her. Mary, in a white wrapper, with a pink ribbon in her hair, came forth to the table, as fresh and neat as if Luke’s admiring eye were upon her. The family had nearly finished their meal when two men appeared at the open door. ) r= be “ Good-mornin’, neighbors, good-mornin’, Had your break- fasts? Won't you step in and take acup of coffee? Hayen’t any writ to serve on us, have you, sheriff?” said kind old Mr. Miller, laughing at his own joke. He was the last man in the world to be afraid of a sheriff, for he owed no man a dollar, and his conscience was as Clear of stain as a spotless mir- ror, The men looked embarrassed. They came in; but refused the coffee, and an invitation to be seated. “Fine weather for the corn,” continued the host. ‘Tis, *tis—fine weather. Go on with your breakfast, Mrs. Bryant; don’t mind us.” “ Oh, I’ve finished,” said Mary, with one of her childlike siniles, as she pushed back her chair, remaining seated through 2) diffidence very pretty in a young wife. Hum!” continued the sheriff, drawing a paper from his pocket, and walking slowly over toward her, where she sat. “I'm sorry for you, neighbor Miller—I am, indeed—and for your wife; but, the fact js, my duty requires me to arrest your daughter, Mary Bryant, for passing counterfeit money.” comiclbooks.com