Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 20 of 116
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22 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. “Why not ? ‘How can you ask, when nothing is to-day what it was yesterday ?” He made the usual protestations of never-changing devotion, which she broke short with her old impetuosity, waving her hand for him to be silent, when a twig wos te near by, and John Bonyton sprung to his feet. “Tt is Acashee,” said Hope, coldly. “She is always in your path.” Again all was silent save the wood-robin, which sung upon a branch overhead, and Hope resumed : “Do not go, John Benyton. Do not enter the ship that will bear you away, for I shall never see you again. You may come back—but my John Bonyton will return no more.” The youth smiled fondly, for Hope had never before shown hiny such favor. The mournful tenderness of her looks and words thrilled him with rapture, and he replied : “T shall return ten times more worthy of you, Hope.” Hope started, turned pale, and withdrew her hand from his grasp. “IT said you would change, and you boast that you will.” “ Only to be better, nobler, more worthy of your love.” She looked dreamily into his face and murmured : “And I? I shall be the same—” “Surely, dear Hope. Lovely and ewe Always growing dear to my heart.” She shook her head, and in the same dreauty way went on: “When the sun goes down I am never quite sure it will - come up again; and when it does it has not the same look. The same cloud never returns; the withered blossom does not bloom again ; no face wears twice the same look; the smile of yesterday ig not that of to-day.” _ * But the heart, little Hope, the heart is the same.” “No, no, no! least of all. That goes on and adds or loses and the eye tells of its altered beatings. No, John Bonyton, I shall never see you again. See how changed we two are since we last met. Look upon the rock yonder jutting over the sea. What do you behold ?” The youth followed the wavy line of the small, pale hand, * and said, with a smile : Comichooks:com eS . . —-, i ee