Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 79: what you’re looking at

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“ TIRE.” 81 would have to wait three or four days for a steamer. It was in vain that he wished himself on the way home! Great wrongs can not always be righted the hour in which they are detected. Bitter suffering and anguish had been, and was yet to be, on account of his too hasty acceptance of the statement of another against her whom he neyer should have deserted, even in ber guilt. That he was now convinced of it, and wished to do all in his power to repair it—if, indeed, any reparation would be accepted or possible—would not hasten, by a day, the wearisome conclusion of the drama, The course he had pursued towards Annette was prompted by that first impulse of vengeance, which longed to inflict a little of the pain which she had caused him. ‘To crush her with contempt, to laugh her to scorn, seemed to him the only punishment he could mete out to one of her sex. Had she been aman he should have known with what weapons to attack. s That night, after leaving her, he hesitated whether or not to put his threat into execution. He finally put aside the matter, and took his business affairs into consideration. Since he must remain seyeral days in San Francisco, he might as well help to pass the lagging time, by putting these into shape. Klis investments in lots and buildings were such as promised to make him rich, simply by the increase of value they would | have from the growth of the city. Not certain that he should wish to return to California, he thought to take with him all the money possible, leaving his real estate to take care of itself. It had been a sultry day. That night the wind blew. - Ktvery thing lay crackling in this dewless wind, for no rain had fallen for many weeks. After seeing Jupe stowed away in comfortable quarters, Luke wandered about till a late hour. - He went down along the docks, returning by way of the block of buildings which he owned, and rented out at fabu- lous rents to various merchants. As he strayed about, his attention was attracted to a glimmering light, which certainly was not the rising moon. Presently he heard the cry of “ Fire !’—fearful ery in that city of a day, unprotected by fire- engines, crowded with wooden shanties, Hardly had the alarm been raised, before the conflagration conmicloooks.comn