Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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20 THE -EMERALD NECKLACE. - Here Pennon made a start to seize the paper, but was pre- vented, and the young lady continued: AT THE WELL. She stood beside the ancient well, A youthful in rustic pli t; ' The Tesy pint tes her R il Flushing her form with sevely light. . No rustic was she, though she dipp’d The bucket to the fountain d And laugh’d to see how silvery dripp’d The water from the bending sweep. If ever angel troubled pool— As the o d fe ends ee to say— An an the rip cool Within thet, that well at of day. The sunset’s glow was not more bright Than the rich masses of her hair, Just where they rounded to the light In nestling on her shoulders fair. Eyes lan pede Taye pe and yet wre rae — er still hope; Andel cheeks as dekeately ved As flowers that in the moonlight ope. The be Bip, west its own sweetness rv iad arm, the wT Bathed insu (Recents A erred ed in sunlight soft and warm! As if to greet her own bright eyes She bent above the mossy aah: I long’d, yet fear’d, by some surprise The beauteous vision to Just then a wild and thrilling scream Sent back the life-blood from my cheek ; Alas! how vanish’d my sweet dream! I hate a frighteu'd woman’s shriek. i did not write that last verse—you added it yourself,” cried Pennon, half-angry at the mocking tone of sentiment with which she read his unfortunate production, yet obliged tu laugh at the mock-heroic asad she had tackéd on to the unfinished poem. “ You /” she exclaimed: “ a are the author, then, are you ? and of course I am. the heroine.” “Of course you are! and the most beautiful of all the hun- dreds I haye had, and the most willing to read and proclaim your own praises,” . comlclbooks.com