Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 96: what you’re looking at

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98 TIM, THE SCOUT. “ That is poaching on my preserves,” said the captain. «I have established a claim there myself.” Ile walked coolly iuto the tent, followed by Walter. Lizzie was weeping bitterly, and Ed. standing with folded arms, sternly regarding her, ’ “JT do not understand this,’ he was saying. ‘ A few days ago you said you loved me. ~ Now you will not let me touch you. You drive me away from you.” “ Nonsense, Captain Lewis,” said Wilson, entering at this moment; ‘don’t trouble the young lady... Let me explain. Since your last visit to her, she has changed her mind. She finds now that she has been mistaken with regard to her feel- ings toward you. She is to be my wife.” “You lie!’ shouted Ed., fiercely. “Tell him so, Lizzie.” “ Yes,” said Wilson, tienina to her with a disagreeable smile on his face, “ tell me I lie.” ms That smile seemed to say, “if you dare.” She understood - it, and covered her face with her hands. That. was all the answer he needed, and he touched Wilson on the shoulder, and asked him to step outside. Ed. followed without a word. “T said, a few moments ago, that I did not care to continue our quarrel,” said Ed, “I find I have also changed my mind. You are a liar and a scoundrel. Do you understand? If you do not, you are a coward as well.” “Mr. Timothy Whalen,” said the Captain, dicen to the rishman, with a smile of great suavity, “ will you do me the favor to go. into the lodge and ask Mr. Neal to retep out here ?” Tim did so, and Walter appeared. At the same time, the head of, the American column came in view. | Riding in front of one of the regiments, wearing the uniform of a major, was a burly, good-natured-looking man, about forty years of age. As the column halted, he rede up to the party at the door of - the lodge, meeting Waiter Rashleigh face:to face. Both start- ed back, one in surprise, and the other with surprise mingled with joy. ‘ Walter Rashleigh !’ cried the major, “if I do not mistake,” said Rashleigh, in a-voice tremulous with emotion, “TI see one for whose fate I have suffered a life of unavailing repentance. Are you not: Charles Lee ?” Comic ealcck COL