Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 91: what you’re looking at

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knew that-they lived and breathed by the pangs that revealed the beating pu Oh ! life, life! thou art a fearful boon, and thy love not the least fearful of thy gifts! At length Hope remembered the beacon-fireyand she started wildly to her feet, for if the flame decayed her work would be lost; but there was no fear; the flames had kindled a tall hem- lock, nen with the eo — ages, and this paneer og “i umes ton i e scene W midday radi- ance. She Jini to. the beacon, and would have naa but the held her firmly in his arms, and smoothing back her white hair, he murmured: “Thou shalt never leave me again, my tender, my beautiful bird! It has fared ill with thee.” It was a melancholy contrast—he in the full flush of his no- ble manhood, gathering the diminutive creature, like a lost lamb, in his arms—he, tall and commanding, she bleached by solitude and grief. Something of this he felt, for a paternal tenderness caused the tears to gush to his eyes, and he kissed her brow reverently, sa : ile I have searched for thee, my birdie! my fair child! Lhsve been haunted by the fairies, and goaded egg. = lo es but thou art here—yet not thou. Oh, Hope! ope She listened intent and breathless ; she forgot all else, all but the tones of the dear voice, the music of her life; but, hearing these last words, she cried : “ Why did go over the vast waters, John Bonyton? I knew it would be so. I knew, if we parted, we could never be the same again. The same cloud returns not to the sky; the same blossom blooms not twice ; human faces wear not twice the same look ; and, alas! alas! the heart of to-day is not that of to-morrow.” Her eyes had been fixed on the face of her lover, but as she went on, they were raised upward from his loving eyes—up- ward from his noble brow, and gazed away into the far-off and unknown, with a weird, wistful earnestuess, as we have seen @ Sioa feak an theepe frend its way to the crystal gates The sagamore seemed to listen when her voice had ceased ; but at length he said, softly : “Say on, Hope; do not stop. Years are annihilated, aud we are children once more, gathering pebbles om the beach and “ Let eden gs tow Bon ” cried convulsively, at “No, never again! We will live the old life—the life which we dreamed years ago, Hope. é comiclooolks.(conn