Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Oa A Be CHAPTER T. THE BELLE OF NEW BRISTOL. It was nearly sunset of a summer afternoon; bars of crim- son light lay along the river and the low green bluffs, and beautified the ugly, straggling new village, which lay between bluffs and river; but the prettiest thing they lighted upon was the face of Mary Miller, as she sat in the door of her father’s house and looked down upon the shipping. For, al- though New Bristol was but a town in its babyhood, it had an extensive water-front, and was a favorite stopping-place of many boats which plied the Missouri, as several stage-routes led away from it, and it furnished a large quantity of lumber for that wood-fumished region. The “ miller’s house” was back from the village proper, on a fine bluff which over- looked the flats beneath it ; still, it was not over a quarter of a mile from the main street which ran along the shore. It was a small, unpainted affair; but it had a cotton-wood tree - to shade it, and Mary had planted a hop-vine at the gable end of the dwelling, which grew quite to the chimney-top. There were but three inmates of the cabin, father, mother, and this daughter, now about nineteen, and having the name of being the handsomest girl in New Bristol. She was the child of a second marriage, Mr, Miller having a daughter four years older than Mary, who had refused to accompany them when they emigrated to the West, dreading the hardships of a new country, and preferring to stay with an aunt who offered her a home in their native state of New York. As Mary sat there, idly, resting after the heat of the day, it was evident that she was not so closely watching the bustle ~ and confusion incident upon the arrival of a large steamer simply to pass away the time. She was expecting somebody. Quite likely it was for this somebody that she had braided comiclbookks.conn