Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 74: what you’re looking at

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16 OLD JUPE. You kin think it ober, an’ make up yermin’. Says Clar’, says she, ‘ Kf Massa Bryant could a-seen his wife in dem fits, when she done readin’ his letter, castin’ her off, he’d nebber furgib hisself in dis worl—no nebber? Nobody thought she'd lib, nur de baby, nudder. “T'was a special dispensary, Clar’ says, dat Miss Mary’s chile was saved through it all, to be de purtiest an’ brightest babe de Lord ever made.” “Miss Mary’s child !” | ‘Lord, Massa Bryant, didn’t you know you had de beauti- fulest boy in New Bristol ?” a groan burst from Luke’s lips, as if it was rent from the center of hig heart. The tent would not hold him; he fled out of it, away, down the bed of the dried-up stream, out of sight of man, and flung himself down on the rock in the pres- ence of God alone. “Now, ef he goes and permits suicide, arter all, Clar’ll de- clar’ Ps a big fool not to do my erran’ better,’ moaned poor old dupe, ove out wistfully after the missing man. CHAPTER IX. THE END OF ART. ANNETTE sat by the window of her little eight-by-ten in the gecond story of her hotel. The day had been oppressive with heat ; now, a cool breeze had set in from the Pacific. Push- ing the heavy braids back from her brow, she opened the eur- tains wide to the delicious air. She was in one of her restless moods. Why did Luke not return from the mountains ?—it was midsummer, and .not once had he been into the city, though she had heard, through other members of his party, of his whereabouts, and had received remittances with which to supply her daily wants. “All this time, all this sin, all this waiting—and yet, [have not gained a step,” she murmured impatiently, “ Only one comfort in it all; and that is, I have had my revenge upon her. Little self-righteous saint, so proud of herself and her comiclboOokks. coin wr wy