Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 74: what you’re looking at

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%6 BALD BAGLE. would hold all the brains of a regiment of women, are con- verted into fools and spooneys by you; you are downricht deluders and deceivers,” “ And yet, mamma seems a very nice womun ”—this with & roguish smile, “ Don’t speak of your mother, Midget. She is a different person, worthy to be a man instead of a sensible woman,” “Papa thought her sensible when she said yes “That I did! Not but that there were enough others after her. Every one of them something in position to make &@ woman proud ; but whist! you jade; you've got a mocking tongue in your head !” As he said this he dismounted, and with courtly elegance assisted: his daughter to do the same, for they had by this time reached their own door, CHAPTER XTT. THE SIMPLETON’S NEWS. “There are some happy moments in this lone And @esolate world-of ours, that will repay The toil of suffering through it, and atone For many & long, dark night, and weary day.’’—HAn.pox. TWENTY-FOUR hours elapsed and no intelligence of the whereabouts of the patriot troops had transpired. Newburgh was fairly down in the mouth; no excitement, no gossip, no roll of dram nor scream of fife. The farmers “ drove their teams afield,” and the women baked and churned, knit and giggled, talked or scolded as in ordinary times. . Katrina De Witt was seized with an rresistible desire to chat with her friend and companion, Blanehe Montagnie, who had been less neighborly since the advent of the young En- glish officer, and seemed in every way more distant and re- served. Katrina remembered this, all of & sudden, and bethought her. of some excuse for a morning ¢all, though wh y excuse were needed to doa thing so natural and common, must comicbooks.c@nn