Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 89: what you’re looking at

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A TRIAL. 91 “Desert me? I should laugh to see a man go, if I wanted to keep him!’ and she tossed her golden curls in hizh pride, and flashed her eyes upon him. “ Midget, you are a trial. I knew how it would be the moment you were born. I wanted a boy, not a love-sick, sniveling girl,’ and he thrust both his hands into the pockets of his ample velvet skirts, with an air of a much-injured man. “Tam sorry for you, dear papa, but I have not sniveled much, have I?” And in proof to the contrary she burst into a fit of tears. Mr. De Witt was seriously distressed. He laid her pretty head upon his broad shoulder and tried to sooth her, and to discover the secret of her tears. “Come, now, Midget; can’t you tell me what's the matter? Pll call your mother—you’ll tell her.” “No, no, papa; I’ve nothing to tell. No, I would rather tell you than mamma. There,I am done! Tell any body but papa! No, indeed. I am your Miranda and you my Prospero. Oh! if I only had a Ferdinand!” ° And she resumed her gayety, though her long lashes glis- tened with tears, “Midget,” resumed her father, in a low voice, and very solemnly, “I had taken such a liking to the colonel; he’s a capital shot, and the best hand at cards I ever played with ; from a good family, too; a gentleman to the backbone. He loved you, girl, and I don’t see, for my life, what's the mat- ter !” “Poor papa! Iam sorry for him! But, papa, the Bald Eagle, or any tyrannical, fiery Hotspur, is better adapted to me than this model gentleman. Oh!+ I should be so tired of him !” “ And so you made him face about? Upon my word he took it mighty easy !” “TY just showed him what a mistake he was making, and what a cruel, vixenish, cold-blooded, battle-delighting mon- ster I am !” “Frightened him off, you jade you !” And Mr. De Witt shook his portly sides with an internal laugh. comicbooks.conn