Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 63: what you’re looking at

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REPENTANCE. 65 where the sod was heaped with unwonted care over a newly made grave. Perseverance burst iuto tears: “She lies here, John.” The sagamore leaned upon his gun—raising the helmet of plumes from his head, and as he gazed downward, tears flow- ed from his eyes. “ Did she die in peace, at last ?” “ Yea, my brother, she deplored your heathenish—” He waved his hand. “ What said she ?” “ At the last she was very gentle. She said she feared the people would bring down the curse of God upon themselves for some of their doings.” | “ Go on,” he said, observing her to hesitate. “She said,‘Iam ill at ease about John, and then she burst into tears, and cried, ‘Oh! John, John, my dearest, best! Oh, that I could see him !—ob, that I could bless him, before I die?” At this outburst of genuine feeling from his sister, John Bonyton took her hand in his, and long after did Persever- ance remember the groan that escaped his bosom. “ Said she nothing of Hope Vines?” “Yes, John, she said she repented before God the evil she designed in her heart against her.” “And you ?” As he asked the question, his stern eyes were upon her face. “JT, John ?” “ Yes; have you no repentance ?” “I did nothing.” “Ts it nothing to let loose the tongue against the innocent ? Do not tell me that you, Perseverance Bonyton, believed these idle stories, which you helped to promulgate.” “ Wiser than I believed them.” He turned moodily away to the woods, and Perseverance went her way, momentarily softened, but only to resume her hard and vindictive thoughts, and become one in that aggre- gate of falsehood and malignity which goes to make np hu- That night, when the village was buried in sleep, Joln— might have been seen for hours, kneeling upon hig conmmiclooks.aconn