Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 24: what you’re looking at

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26 BALD EAGLE, Washington gave a gesture of impatience. “Young man, I honor your sentiments. In ordinary times they are all that is essential; but now we need men who can_ forget all—forget self, kindred and friends for country,” | Turning to Hamilton, he continued ; “ Time wears; can you. divine nothing further 2?” Hamilton touched the shoulder of Montagnie, and they turned to the window, while Washington followed them with — his eyes, his face assuming an expression of intense melan- choly ; both were eminently beautiful—both in the flush of | youth, and as they stood in the pale light of the moon, there was something still and unearthly in their sharp outlines, as _ if “coming events cast their shadows before,” and invested each with a strange interest. Hamilton would have spoken, but Montagnie leaned his shoulder against the window-frame, and with a faint smile broke the silence : : “Say nothing, my friend. Washington has made the only available plea. Let me have ten minutes for thought. Call me when they are past.” o Obeying the first warm impulses of his generous nature, Hamilton threw his arms around the devoted youth, and whis- pered, “God bless you, Montagnie.” The young man stepped out upon the piazza, where, lean- ing his back to the wall, he firmly clasped his arms to his breast, and his eyes peered into the distance without being fixed by any one object. It would be difficult to follow the train of thought as image after image arose to his mind. The gesture of Hamilton had disposed him to a degree of ‘tender- ness, and the first gushings of emotion went forth to his mis- tress. True, she was capricious, scornful and petulant, but when did ever love ask counsel of wisdom? Many were the discreet, comely, appreciating maidens of the neighborhood, but they lacked the undefined graces of Katrina De Witt, who queened it over her admirers with an easy assurance that kept up a perpetual rivalry amongst the youth of the village. Not- Withstanding this, she honored Wendell Montagnie with such im exuberance of freakishness, wit and smiles, that all regarded him as the favored lover. commicloookks.conn