Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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* THE EMERALD NECKLACE; OR, MRS. BUTTERBY’S BOARDER. a ee eee tee CHAPTER I. MRS. BUTTERBY'S BOARDER * And a little house,—no more In state than suits two quiet lovers; And a woodbine round the door, Where the swallow builds and hovers. ‘* With a silver sickle-moon O’er hot ne, red with roses ; And a window wide, in June, For serenades, when evening closes. “ Canvas, brushes, hues to catch Fleeting fo wba in vale or mountain; J And an evening star to watch When all’s still save one sweet fountain.” OWEN A youne man, with an artist's kit swung lightly over his shoulder, went slowly along a valley road, admiring the after- noon of summer gilding the hill-tops, and wondering where he_ should sleep that night, if he kept wandering on, at this rate, farther and farther from the country village whose one hotel held watch and ward over his trunk and box of painting materials. “T will rest at some farm-house to-night,” he-said, or thought, “and get up early for a sunrise view.” Lingering along the rustic, seldom traveled road, he cathe soon to just such a spot as he would have coveted in which to spend a night in the Valley. A stone house, a story and a half in height, witli a steep roof running down over a porch at one side, stood in a little wilderness of shrubs and trees. A large yard in front had numberless rose-bushes in profusest bloom, and two round beds of verbenas lying in the bright grass, At the side of the house, opposite the porch, an comiclsooks.conn