Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 64: what you’re looking at

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68°. THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. mother’s grave—he, the strong man, weeping like a child upon its mother’s breast. Not till the morning was dawning did he turn away, mur- muring, “ Mother, mother,” as if the repetition of the word brought some ease to his heart. As he turned away from the grave in the early light, he was surprised to see Ephraim Higgins standing beside bim. “T just come, John, to speak to you. I al’ays liked you, John.” “Tam sure of it. You've a true, honest heart, Ephe.” “Tm glad you think so, John. I al’ays liked you-—you know I did.” “Then you would not take my life, even to please the Governor?” This with a smile. “ No, indeed, John. I wish I could do something for you. { wish you’d come home and live like a Christian, John—I wish you would.” And poor, honest Ephraim grasped his hand warmly as he went on: “ T don’t understand things much, John, and sometimes I make your sister Nancy feel ashamed of me, John; bat I mean right, I do—and we've got a baby—we have, and it’s e'ena' most as purty as Hope Vines.” “ You don’t forget Hope ?” “No, John, no; I didn’t think of her as the women think I did—never, never! She was like a born angel to me—like a cherubim on a tombstone. Somehow I felt as if I could pray to her. My mother said I was bewitched, and you was bewitched, and a believed it. I know better now,John, I've thought it o _* And you Sp your old slemntie. get, Cabeeina. and you know and hear nothing of Hope ?” “No, John, not aword. But,look here—she was doomed, like, from ‘he fust. I used to feel as if I should crys to look at her eyes,” “ T never saw any thing strange in her—nothing but truth anid goodness.” “ All that, John, but not the kind to wring out a dishcloth - or sweep a kitchen. Women don’t like ihem that don’t do Jong ss copmiclooolks.conn ~ 4 a