Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 84: what you’re looking at

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86 TIM, THE SCOUT; fell upon the pavement. That night I took horse and fled to York, with the child in my arms. My wealth I had - changed into gold and diamonds for a final trial at the cards next night, where I should have lost all, and I took that in my saddlebags. An American schooner sailed from York to Niagara that day. I sailed inher, I went to South Caro- lina and bought a plantation. I grew richer yet. I hated gaming, I never drank, and should have been at. peace, but one day I saw a man come into the Planter’s Hotel at Charles- ton, whom I knew. It was the companion of that unfortu- nate young man, who pursued us through the streets of Mon- treal. I hurried away,raised a sum of money, and came here, leaving my property in the hands of an agent. They. think I am traveling in Europe. I send letters to. them through an agent in New York, from time to time.” “Yes; but after looking at that little toy, perhaps you will agree to go with me to Prophet’s Town.” “T have no choice, it seems. Since you force us, we will go. But I will not bear thistyranny much longer, I know my child will forgive that unpremeditated. crime, and if I. .could tell her and then die, I should be happy.” “Tell her then,” sneered the captain. | “It would not save you from the law.” “T know it, said the other, sadly. ‘I should never have fled. How is it that you left Montreal too ?” “J was mixed up in the affair with you. I thought, it policy to leave town for awhile, and when J. came back I took care not to mention the matter to any one. Haye you any thing valuable here you wish to remove ?” , 6 No.” “Then get ready as soon as you can. I will speak to Lizzie. I think after you are quite ready you would do well to lie down and get a little sleep, and we will start early in the morning. There is going to be a battle soon near the Prophet's Town. Harrison will do well to look out,” He went out into the large room. Lizzie was not there. He asked Dinah where she had gone, and she pointed to a large chestnut at the edge of the opening, a favorite haunt when she wanted a good place to read. He followed her at once. Lizzie was seated under the tree, her elbow resting COnnicbook<s.COmn)