Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 45: what you’re looking at

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KATRINA. 47 Were as dear to your heart as it is to mine. You do not, you fan not know the nobleness of the men whoare struggling to make our country free. You know not the blood, the sacrifice —God forbid you should know !—but the time will come When it wd be known, and then these men will seem little less than demigods.” Katrina looked up in his face so admiringly, even tenderly, With trembling lip, that, had not the youth been filled with the Magnitude of the sentiment which now absorbed him, he would have spoken more tenderly, and more in reference to his fair listener. The maiden felt piqued, and tapping her toe again upon the sill, she responded, in a gay yoice : “Truth | Mr. Montagnie—honor bright! I did not think you had been so eloquent. Did I not regard loyalty as the Jewel of virtues, one indeed which holds all others in har- mony, you might convert me to your new system of doc- trines |” “TT know what you would imply, dear Katrina ;” this time Whe girl had her hand upon the riding-whip in the hands of her lover, and kept her lids bent downward. “I know you Would say, that he who is disloyal to king, may be disloyal to love ; is it not so?” Katrina looked up with her archest smile. “I can not make speeches and commentaries both; but, truth to say, we Were so content and secure before this terrible war, and the English officers so courteous, that really I see no good in kill- ing them.” © Montagnie laughed heartily at the simplicity of this pretty Speech, froni pretty lips, and then said: “Ay, if that is all, Katrina, we won’t quarrel. But now I kuow not when we shall meet again. Perhaps not till the fate of the country is decided.” A slight shade passed over the face of Katrina, which she Chased away with her usual address, and she inquired : “ Well, and where do all these gallant Hotspurs charge ?” —and she hummed in an undertone the words of Yankee Doodle: ‘‘ Father and I went down to camp.” Montagnie recoiled with real bitterness, and placed one foot in the stirrup. connicloooks.com