Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 19: what you’re looking at

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THE SYMBOLICAL GIFT. 21 of night—responded to some unknown depth within, and soothed while it deepened his emotions. Could the unhappy youth have looked within the bower of Hope, he would have seen her seated upon the floor, ber _ intense eyes following his slightest movement, and she weeping bitterly. She refused food, and nothing could — her from her covert. At length Samoset, chief of the neighboring tribe of In- dians, desired to see her. He brought her a beautiful osier basket, in which was hidden a wood-pigeon. Hope lifted the bird from its cluster of leaves and found the blood trickling from its breast, and a small arrow still in the wound. She recoiled with pity, and cast reproachful eyes upon the chief. Samoset pointed to Bonyton pacing the beach, and sternly showed the arrow in the breast of the dove. He whispered a word or two in her ear, and turned away, followed by Hope. No sooner did John Bonyton perceive the figure of Hope moving slowly toward the woods, than he followed in her footsteps. Seating herself upon her favorite ledge of rocks, she awaited his coming. The youth was greatly shocked at the change both in her manner and looks, and he cast himself ut her feet and pressed both her hands within his own. * Poor, dear Hope !” he murmured. She looked sadly in his face—a look of silent, helpless re- proach more emphatic than words. At length she said, in a voice scarcely above a whisper: “It seems very strange to me, dear John, how people can get along in this world, and why they are put here to be made so miserable. And so you will | go away, John Bonyton—go, and we shall never meet again.” The young man smoothed back the hair which had blown across the face of the speaker, and the passive manner so un- like Hope’s old self, emboldened him to lay her pale cheek up- on his shoulder, and he answered : “Lill mothe gone long, scia-ctscimateaerd will soon pass awa = what shall I do, with sehedy to understand me? And, besides this, John Bonyton who goes away will not be ~. the John Bonyton that comes back.” “Why not, littl Hope?’ > - ~ og . —_ Comichookszcom