Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 77: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MYSTERIOUS REVELATIONS. . gi “Oh, Olla, look at it! I can not make it out, I tremble so |” . He took it, and glancing at the wrapper, cried : “This is my father’s handwriting !’—then, after a moment, “and this is my mother’s maiden name !” —— _ Tearing it open, he scanned the date, asi rapidly perused its contents. The ink had faded so as to be scarcely legible, but he made out to understand the most of it. “Tt is,” said he, “ a love-letter written to my mother by my father, just before their marriage. But as my mother died and was buried on American soil, and my father did not sail fur Ceylon until after her death, I do not see how this makes your parentage more clear. This letter has strayed into that spot by chance; but its presence there, and those initials on the trunk, prove it to have been once my father’s. Tangee, there is a mystery! I believe that I comprehend it, but I have not the proofs, and do not like to avow it until I get them. I shall write to my father, this day. But, oh! how — can I wait so many months for his answer? I only hope and pray that he may now be on his way to America.” .. “ What is this?” asked Tangee, pulling the lining farther away. Another slip of paper dropped out. This was dated - five years later than the letter, and about twelve weeks before the day of the shipwreck from which Tangee had been saved. tt was an order, on a Philadelphia banker, to pay to Mrs, Oliver Sentai sm. mand, ond: wae. Meme ty The yeung man looked Up, his face glawing, smiles and tears both in his eyes. | “ Tangee, I solemnly believe ‘that you are my half-sister ! This paper warrants the truth of my first suspicion.” “ Your sister, Olla!”’ She spoke like one in a dream. “ Yes, my dear sister, as I used to call you. Was it by in- stinct? Tangee, tell a how do you like the relation ?’ re- - garding her anxiously. Se thank God for it, Ola?” she cried, bursting into tears and Jaughter, as she flung herself on his shoulder. For a few momenis they embraced each other im silence ; then she turned up his chin with her —_ finger, and snid, roguishly : Homie kscc Conn