Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 88: what you’re looking at

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90 . TIM, THE SCOUT. crowd dragged them apart, and I took up what was left of your father’s money, only. about. six hundred guineas, and kept it for him. I took him into a room and got him some — wine. An hour after, we were in the street, going home. He was full of bitterness toward the Southerner, who, of course, was not at all to blame, and wished that he might meet him. ‘While he was speaking the Southerner turned into St. James from Notre Dame, full of wine, and singing at the top of his yeice. Your father heard him, and started on a run toward him. TI ran after him, but he was lighter than I, and they met. Before I could interfere they had pis- tols out and fired at each other. Your father was hit in the. arm, but not much hurt. But the other—” He hesitated. “@o on!” said Lizzie, hoarsely. | “ He was shot-thtough the lungs. I saw in & moment that he could not live, and told your father so. He turned and. fied. I followed, and as my regiment had been ordered. to Quebec, and I ought to have gone with it, nothing was thought of my departure. You now understand 1 eo ' “And can they injure my father ?” “Tt was murder ; nothing less.” “In the sight of God,” said Lizzie, “my father, blinded by drink, and mad with play and “loss, committed murder. ; Will the laws’ of man look at it in the same way ?” “The least that can befall him will be a Jong term of years in prison, a branded felon. Child, I told you that the crime of your father was very great, and that you would shrink when the tale was told. You forced iton me. I have told you afl. JI have not omitted to tell you that I was somewhat to blame. I should have taken him away when he left the roulette table. But TI liked play too. But you know my power over your father, and I know your power over me. Say you will be my wife, and I will save your futher, I alone can procure his pardon. = “You can not tempt me now, even by that bribe,” said Lizzie. “But why do you take us to Prophet’s Town ?” “From thence, after the battle, 1 mean to take you to Montreal. When you are my wife, I pledge you my word to procure your father’s pardon.” aA - connmicloooks.ceomn