Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 57: what you’re looking at

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PRISON ROUTINE. 59 Perceived some blankets on the floor, a rude table, a stool, * and a large lamp filled ‘with oil. He concluded ‘that the Toom had been used as a prison before, orthat it was the in- tention of his captors to keep him there for an indefinite length of time. es, As there was nothing elsé to ‘be done, fhe young*man Waited, and tried to be patient. His solitude was unbroken until the close of the afternoon, when the door was opened and a peon walked in, bringing ‘a’ large tray of eatables, followed by two Indian warriors, armed with spears and Short swords, who guarded the door while he placed the tray on the table. Bent endeavored to induce these men to talk, but they either could not or would not speak Spanish, and they went away in silence, locking and bolting the door. “They don’t intend that I shall starve,” said the young man looking at the well-filled tray of provisions; “ Neither do'I mean to starve, for there’s no telling what may happen.” After eating he passed the time, as well as he could, in sleeping and meditating. . Te ee In the morning his breakfast was brought to him, as the other meal had been. — At the Same time the peon removed the other tray, and replenished’ his large lamp. He had hardly finished eating, when the door again opened, and Padre Abrojo entered, who closed and “locked it behind him! The young man rose, and regarded his Visitor with a look of anger and contempt. 9 6. Cove ovagie “This is’ a pretty trick that ‘you have served me,” said he. “Under pretense of showing me something interesting, you haye changed me from one prison to another, and have placed me in a dark and solitary dungeon.” » “Is not this something interesting, my son ?” replied the Priest, with. a sardonic smile. “ Whatever concerns your liberty and safety must be interesting to you.” — “This is'no time or place for jesting. Why have you Separated me from my companions ?” - “ Because’ your fate is to be a more glorious one than cirs. You are reserved for a higher and nobler purpose.”’ “What do you mean? ‘There’ is a mystery here, which I wish to understand. You inveigled myself and my friends ‘nto: your power by pretending friendship. If we had not comicloooks.com