Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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14 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. summer wind, and before its accents closed she glided silently away, save a soft rustle of the silk brocade. : “Well,” said Pennon, in a subdued whisper, after a short silence, “this is really like an old romance. One might al- most be persuaded that some witchery was connected with those green stones which that well gave up to-day. Immuta- ble! Can it be that I am in any Way immutably connected with the fate of that lovely creature ?” His cheek glowed at the thought, until he remembered that the prediction was of her sorrow. Zhat was not so pleasant. “ Pshaw ! of course I was dreaming,” he ejaculated after a time, and being very sleepy, he dropped again into his slum- bers. He awoke at four o’clock, and the first thing which he re- called was his vision of the night before. It seemed more real in memory even than in experience. If he had not had a contempt for the idea of ghosts, he would certainly have be- lieved in the apparition. The more he thought of it the more it puzzled him; so he dismissed it as much as possible from his mind. “To get up or not to get up thus early in the morning, is the question,” he softly yawned. Four hours of sleep had hardly rested him, and he was about to give up the idea of a sketch, when he caught a glimpse of the hills through the window, and they wore such a magic atmosphere, and the sky beyond was tinged so ex- quisitely, that the artist awoke in his soul. He forgot his re- luctaneé, and sprang from his couch in a glow of enthusiasm. In fifteen minutes he was on his way to a part of the val- ley from which he wished to begin his work. He came back to breakfast none too soon; the family were at the table when he entered. They gave him a courteous greeting ; that of Cle- matis was very slight in words, but a rapid heightening of color in her cheek spoke of interest or timidity. His drawing, which was done in water-colors, was looked at by all and very much admired. 3 “If we only had so good a picture of our dear native yal- ley, how much I should like it,” said Clematis, and then blush- ed for fear the stranger would think she was asking him in that way to give it to her. comiclbooks.com