Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 55: what you’re looking at

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“ REBUKE 57 “Oh, mother! motner! there is still blood upon your skiris, I have heard your talk. It may be she has escaped a worse death by her present fate !” “ What mean you, my son ?” She was pale and trembling; she knew well the meaning of his words. “You know what I mean. A curse upon a people who forget the ties of blood, and the claims of humanity, to gratify ‘an idle spleen, and call it religion !” “ These are strong words to me, John.” AY “What have you said? what vile calumnies have you sect * afloat, mother? You would have taken that innocent child —that pure, harmless baby—that little incarnated spirit of helpless girlhood—and have given her over to the brutes in human shape, to torture, and drown, and burn, and hang, as they are now doing in Europe. This you would have done.” The woman crouched down on the rock before her own child, condemned, humiliated. He had revealed her to her- self, and she trembled before him. “Go, mother, go! Ihave not slept beneath your roof since T learned this. I never shallagain. Better the bare rock and y thecold mountain dew than to dwell with hypocrites and mur- derers.” “ Jobn, do not curse me; do not leaye my gray hairs to sorrow, to death.” ¥3 “T curse you not. Oh, mother, there is no love, no kind- ness in the hearts of these people.” “Only conform to them, Jolin—-only be ons of them, and you will find every heart open to receive you.” “ Never—never, mother! J know what they had designed to inflict upon Hope Vines. Had she lived—had she been here, and a hand been laid upon her, the blood that would have followed would be upon your head, not mine,” He lifted himself up and strode away, leaving the con- science-stricken woman to weep and wring her hands alone. Her daughter came and bore her home, but Mistress Bonyton at no more the proud, scheming woman she once had been. If Mistress Vines wept for her daughter, Mistress Bopyton was made to shed more bitter tears at the alienation of her son. _ the lafter, in his long days and weeks’ search 7 +. . comichooks.com i - :