Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 36: what you’re looking at

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38 OLD JUPE. “Hold, father, dear father! you will only make . Sieve worse for me! Why should we object to his searching house, since we are innocent?” and taking the keys of he. bureau and boxes from her pocket, she handed them to Mr. Purdy. Mrs. Miller sat down, for she was too faint to stand; but Mary remained proudly erect, watching the proceedings. Her little treasure-box was soon found and opened. Upon applying the test to the remaining portion of the five hundred dollars, the greater part of it was found to be “ filled,” the same as that which she had yesterday paid out. In her purse was a fiye-dollar counterfeit on a Cincinnati bank. The officers were rigid in the performance of their duty. They. even ascended into the loft, which was only used as a place of storage, and reached by a step-ladder, They expected, per- haps, to find some evidence that counterfeit coin had been manufactured on the premises. At last, in the bottom of a a keg full of hops, which had been gathered the year before, and stood there, dusty and dry, they discovered some dies for stamping “quarters” and “ halves.” That was all; and enough. The glance they gave Mary when they came down showed their pitiless belief in her criminality. The finding of the dies rendered it proper to have Mr. Miller also placed under arrest, but as yet they had no warrant for so doing. Aunty Clare, by this time aware of what was going: on, rushed into the room, shaking her fist in the sheriff's face, and daring him to lay a finger on_ her young mistress. . This championship did poor Mrs. Br yant no good, irritating the of- ficers, and causing them to be less considerate in their orders to her to get her shaw! and bonnet and go with them to the county jail. ee “Get a buggy! get a hoss and buggy, I tells ye! Youcan’t be so mean as to take a lady through de streets on foot, fer de boys to be runnin’ arter. Sheriff Purdy, may de Lord drag yer darter in de mud, if ye hain’t heart enough fer dat.” “Tyve no objections to getting a buggy, if Clark’ll wait and guard the prisoner, .” said the sheriff, a little moved by the old servant's frantic vehemence. Half an hour later Mary Bryant, the ‘pride of the village, comicbooks.com