Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 54: what you’re looking at

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56 TIM, THE scour. i Lizzie retired, and spoke a few words with Dinah, who nodded in reply. Shortly after, the captain expressed'a desire” tu go to rest, and Dinah ‘showed him his room. It was a small one, in the eastern angle of the building, lighted by a single latticed window: | Soon after, he heard the rattle of the dog’s chain, as he was — into the house, and heard Dinah say : | “Watch him, ole boy.” A bitter smile crossed his face at the idea of being made prisoner by a girl. Dinah had left a light, and’ he sat down at the little table near the window, in deep thought. As he did so, his hand dropped upon an old-fashioned book, which lay upon it. He opened it mechanically and turned to what seemed the family record, for it was a Bible. There were many names recorded in the book, and he noted that the sur- name, in every instance, had been erased with great care, Why was this precaution taken? He turned to the fly-leaf and saw a name which age had rendered so indistinct that it had not been thought necessary to erase it. Ox perhaps it had been overlooked on account of its dimness. “J will see what this is,” said the captain, “ and if it tells me nothing, I will open the window and escape.” He opened a side pocket in his coat, and tooix out a couple of small vials of green cut glass. From one he turned a small portion of a colorless fluid upon the name; and fanned it until quite dry. When this was done, he took the other vial and poured a little of the contents into his hand. From his pocket he took a sheet of fine blotting paper, which he saturated with this liquid, and laid it upon the other page and closed the book, pressing it with all his strength. He held it in this way for about a minute, and then opened the book, lifted the blotting paper, and saw, with a glow of in- tense pleasure, this inscription : “ WALTER RASHLEIGH, “ Montreal, Canada, “ His book.” ' . .°) “ By all the devils!” cried the Englishman ; “I know him now. She can not escape me.” The first burst of excitement over, he became calmer. He tore out the leaf of the Bible and folded it carefully, putting Coninieooolks.comn) ee a