Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 95: what you’re looking at

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A RATHER INTERESTING LETTER. 97 To describe the ceremony, to tell how the brides were dressed, and who were the bridemaids—to recapitulate all the songs that were sung, all the speeches that were made, all the toasts that were drunk, weuld quife exceed the limits of this little story. Let it suffice to aver that two handsomer couples had* never been united since Carolina became a State, and that a happier evening was never known, even to that mythic person, the “oldest inhabitant.” | A Abotit a week after the wedding, John Vale’s mother re- ceived a letter, the contents of which rather surprised her. The communication read as follows: “ ResPECTED Mapam :—As relict of the late John Vale, son of Charles Vale, M. P., recently deceased, we would beg leave to inform you that the heir or heirs of the said John Vale are entitled to a fortune of twenty-seven thousand, three hundred. and odd pounds, sterling. Although there is little danger of any one disputing your right, yet it will be necessary to have a competent person to look after your interests. May we hope that your patronage will go to our firm. We will write further in a few days. Yours, respectfully, “THOMPSON, Smita & Co., per SMITH.” Though Messrs. Thompson, Smith & Co., were sharp to ferret out business, they were also faithful when that business demanded a severe discharge of duty. Through their exer- tions, the fortune of the “ recently deceased Charles Vale” was secured to its rightful owners. : Justice will not be defeated. Though Reginald put his shoulder to the wheel of fate, and strove to push it backward, yet for all his boldness and sagacity he was crushed. That for which he toiled, and made himself a villain, the gold of his relative, passed into worthier hands, and his very name be- came synonym of whatever was bad. For years, annually did Nat Ernshaw gather around him, in a grand reunion, the former members of the brigade; and to these reunions always came Simon Hunt. No longer Simon the blacksmith. A selfeducated man, he was ut once true citizen, an upright man, a Clear-headed adviser. The States, just escaped from the despotism of foreign and reckless rulers, needed just such men to assist in their counsels. Was comicbooksscom