Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 63: what you’re looking at

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VINTON CHAGRINED, 65 **'To sit all day in sumer shade And only hear the song Of birds or insects on the wing, The peaceful hours along,” The colonel listened enamored at this outbreak of real feeling, and De Witt once more fell in the rear. Katrina was about to wheel her horse again, when Colonel Vinton arrested her. “Nay, Miss De Witt, this is cruel.” “The times are cruel, Colonel Vinton, too cruel for idle thought, and idle talk,” and she touched the flank of the horse With her golden mounted whip, and then, conscious of her cruelty, bent her head upon his neck with caresses. “ Beautiful vixen,” muttered the soldier to himself, and then, patting the neck of her steed; he said : “Do you know, Miss De Witt, that we are on the eve of battle ; that, perhaps, we shall meet no more ?” “I know it,” she answered. and now she looked solemnly With her clear eyes into his face. Her lip trembled and she Went on. “I pray God prosper the right. Colonel Vinton, I am giddy, not brave; I am weak, not worth the love of a true, brave man. There, now, do not interrupt—hear me out; Tama baby, not a woman. At my windowT shall hear the boom of cannon; I shall see the flight of stragglers; the roar of musketry will cause me to turn cold at the sight of blood. TI shall pray and weep, and hide my head, and think of all the brave men dying and dead; and, colonel, I shall think of you. Nay, do not thank me—” “You do not love me ?” interupted the colonel, turning very pale as he spoke, “ Do not say it now, not to-day, Miss De Witt.” “Colonel Vinton, you are not the man to dodge a bullet. I do not think I can love like other girls. I—perhaps I like to be admired and not loved, colonel. When my father calls me Midget he hits my character exactly.” “The time will come to you, as it comes to all of us, Miss De Witt. May I not hope ?” , . “There is nothing so deluding as hope, colonel, and I must call that a poor speech for a strong man. We must return. Dear little Blanche, you must remember, has re with her connicloooks.comn