Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 17: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIOUS DANGER. 19 must lead a more precarious life than even heretofore; he knew he was safe only amid masses of men, and that his home would be watched with the tenacity of bloodhounds, but even he had not the heart to let her know the bitter truth. As he was about to leaye, his mother sprang suddenly from her chair and attempted to embrace him, but the young man recoiled as from a reptile. “You have had your will, mother; I have done your work ; let that content you.” And he pressed poor Magzié one moment to his breast and Was gone. She stood looking into the void he had filled— he who was her world, and without whom life was empty space ——long after the door closed upon him. At length she turn- ed to her companion and asked, like one determined to speak in spite of her fears, “ Mother, what isthe danger to Richard? What do you fear,” ‘Go to bed, baby ; you are no more of a woman than a child of ten; go to bed, baby.” “T can’t sleep, mother.” “ Hold your tongue, then.” ‘‘ Mother is Richard a bad man? Has he done any thing Wrong ?” ) - ee he % neid-adheh worst kind of a man.” , And she rose furiously to her feet, and —: up and down the room, muttering, a his mother to say it !” Poor Maggie staggered to the cradle, which she began to rock, saying doubtfully, “If he zs bad, that.is why poor little Dicky cries so.” The guilty woman, driven frantic at the sight of so much patience and innocence, seized her by the wrist, and put her out of the room, saying, “ Go to hed, you jade; you drive me mad.” connicloooks.com