Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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TUL STORM. 29 accept, he turned a lingering gaze upon the young girl. His heart grew heavy, and he longed to lift tiis finger and say, “Beware!” She seemed to him, all of a sudden, to be in- yested with danger or misfortune, unseen and unrecognized, but certain and close at hand. Why he felt so he could not tell. He was a good magnetizer, though he seldom exercised his power, and now he hatf-deemed that some magnetic rela- tion was established between him and Clematis, which warned him of something about to happen to her. “ One would think that a little physical pain had_ effected “my brain,” he murmured to himself, after bidding his escort - good-night at the door. “Perhaps it is the sultriness in the air which oppresses me.” He leaned out of the window. The atmosphere was stifling ; not a breath stirred; the west was black with a thunder _storm. By-and-by a hot wind out of the coming cloud struck | his cheek. He watched the magnificent but almost fearful storm as it swept rapidly up from the horizon. Large drops of rain began to fall” He closed his window to keep them out, and, creeping into bed, lay listening to the awful music Of the elements. As his thoughts throbbed with the thunder, which rolled and broke and trembled overhead, he muttered a verse from Childe Harold : Tay night, and vai kek thaalions tad sen. _ Th which have made me watchful,’ the far roll or yout dap me, steoplese,-cif I rest But where of ye, Oh, tempests! is the ? Are ye like those within the human b ? Or do ye find at last, like eagles, some high nest?” 3 A terrible crash of thunder cut the last words short. It was so close and overwhelming that he was certain the house was struck, and sprang out of bed, threw a dressing-gown about him, and opening the door looked into the hall. There he saw Percy flying about like one distracted, and so frightened that he burst out laughing. —- “Oh, dear!” cried the young man, perceiving him, “ where shall we go to? We will certainly all be struck. I am go afraid of lightning, Mr. Pennon—I always was. Mother! comiclbooks conn