Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 24: what you’re looking at

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26 TEM, THE S@OUT. © tenance, much to her embarrassment. An angry flush was just beginning to steal into her face when he apologized for his apparent rudeness, for, in spite of his frontier life, James Wilson was an accomplished gentleman, and knew the rules of good breeding. ~ “ You will excuse me,” he said; “ but there is something in your face which reminds me of a long-forgotten friend. My staring at you may be attributed to a desire to call that friend to mind.” “T hope you have been successful,” she answered, a little resentfully. The retort amused him, but he continued talking. “Are we not to see the master of the house ?” “No, sir,’ replied Lizzie; “ he is not well.” “T should like to thank him for our entertainment.” “ Tt-is not necessuty.. My father has a character for hos- pitality, and it is nothing new to him to set food before a traveler. Thanks would embarrass him.” “T can at least thank you.” “Tt is not needed.” | “T must do so, however, and at the same time bid you good- by ; and in going let me say that I have some influence over the tribes, and I give you my word that no Indian shall mo- lest you in the troublesome days which are coming.” “Thank you,” said Lizzie. ‘“ But the Indians are our friends.” | They parted, and the pair started off into the woods at a quick pace, Lizzie standing in the door and following them with her eyes, trying to fathom the purpose of the Irishman in keeping company with such a man. But, Tim had tricks of which she never dreamed. WSR Le vi . comichbooks. com