Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 56: what you’re looking at

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58 TIM, THE SCOUT. _ “Well, has he gone ?” he said, eagerly. ‘No, father. On the contrary, he sends’ you this.” He took the note and glanced over it. He was indeed a handsome man—as handsome for a man as his daughter was for a woman, and of the spiritual style of beauty so seldom seen ina man. His. hair was of a rich, golden brown, and was rolled back in clusters from a brow white as a woman’s. His eyes were blue, like his daughter’s, and full of liquid tenderness. At the words of the note, a sort of gray pallor crept into his face, and he seemed fora moment about to faint. Lizzie ran to him and caught him in her arms, draw- ing his head upon her breast, as tenderly as if he were a child, “What is it, my dear father? Speak to me.” He recovered himself with an effort and rose to his feet. “JT must see this man,” he said. “‘ Where is he ?” - He had not been out of that room, when a stranger was in the house, for over a year. He went out now, at the first summons of the British captain. He sat at the table, with that disagreeable smile still upon his face, waiting for the coming of Neal. Ashe entered, he'rose and offered his hand, “T knew you would come,” hesaid, “I thought you could not refuse to meet an old friend, such as T am, Mr. Weal.” There was a strange emphasis on the word. Even Dinah noticed it. | “Let us go out of this,” said Neal. “I want air. I can talk to you better outside.” | | They walked together into the opening, and from that into the woods. Suddenly Neal turned- -upon the Englishman with a knife in his hand. Fora moment he looked as if he meant to assail him, but the next, he took it by the point and oad ed it to the Hn glishtrian. “Take it,” he said. “What do I want of it?” “Kill me. I am ready to die.” “T hope not,” replied Wilson. “ You have a great many days of life yet. J do not want to kill you. I am your friend, and would have you believe me so.” “ You my friend; you, James Wilson !” “Tam your friend. J will prove it to you if you will give me the chance.” | COnnicloookxs.com