Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 91: what you’re looking at

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DEATH OF THE TORY SPY. 93 could have given the alarm when you first escaped. 1 loved you and myself, and hated every one else. Say you forgive me. I have done great wrong, but I’m sorry. Will you for- ive 2” ' Touched more by his tone, so piteously pleading, than by his words, Catherine answered: “I do.” — | “Let me take your hand,” he murmured. She gave it to him without hesitation. Turner grasped it, pressed it to his lips, and died with the slight effort. : 1 ~ CHAPTER XIV. THE HAPPY CONSUMMATION. Wuew Ernshaw returned from the pursuit of Preston and the tory, he found several of the men standing over John Vale, anxiously feeling his breast to see if the breath of life was still. left within him. His heart very faintly fluttered, though he lay in a state of utter unconsciousness. That night Mrs. Vale found beneath her roof, once again, her children; Catherine safe, John dangerously, though not necessarily mortally wounded. For a time his life was held by a feeble thread; but, through a strong constitution and good care, he slowly regained his health and Strength. How in the Carolinas a partisan warfare was waged; how Marion and Sumpter and many other brave-hearted com- manders made themselves a terror to the British and tories: how the spirit of freedom could never be quenched, but-con tinued to be made manifest in the midst of the most trying circumstances and the most perilous positions—all this igs well- - known to the sfudent of American history. For the year following the events just described, Nat Ernshaw’s brigade did noble service in its country’s cause. Sometimes by themselves, again in conjunction with other patriot bands, they swooped down upon a tory gathering, or cut off a detachment of British soldiers. Now here, now there, they but seldom remained long in one place; but Cedar Swamp was ever a rendezyous commiclbooks.com