Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 95: what you’re looking at

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_ THE “FALSE (BEACON > 97 because it lighted thee. When the sun came forth, it rejoiced me only that its rays were life and light to thee. “ No one knew I could find my way out of the cave—no one knew of the one burning thought that consumed my whole life. At length 1 heard thy name; I heard of the approach of the Sacos, led by John Bonyton ; I listened tothe council of the chiefs, and learned that a beacon-fire was to be kindled above the falls, and then the tribes would descend the bank of the river, und carry death and destruction to the camp of Johan Bony- ton. ' “] kindled the beacon-light delow the falls !” She turned away poner _“ Do not go, Hope. ere will you go?” cried the saga- more. ) ‘ “ Where, but to death and the grave?” she responded, bit- terly. “Hope, my only hope, come to me ; all is black, desolate—do not leave me.” . _ Bhe looked up with so pale a face, so hopeless, so mournfully tender, it was atiecting to behold. | . “I will go under the falls, and there sleep—oh! so long will I sleep, John Bonyton. The wounded doe seeks the dee vovert in which to die.” | She turned away, but the sagamore, rushing forward, folded her in his arms, saying : “ You must not leave me, Hope; do you not love me?” She answered by a low wail, more eloquent than words, and it was before her sobs allowed her utterance. At length, she looked up with a wistful, engneeh Enee, and answered : “TI see it all now, Jglin Bonyton. _1 see that Hope is a child, you are man. Hear me it all—I am a child such as I was years ago; you are not the Jolin Bonyton who played with peb- bles upon the beach. Look at the eagle-plume! Look at the eye so dark and terrible! My heart, my brain, bas been filled with but one thonght, and that is John Bonyton. Look into my soul, it has but one record—only one record—John Bony- ton ; but ee ae are great, powerful, beautiful. Hope is no- ‘voice was lost in tears, and if the strong man felt the truth of what she said, he was not the less tender, nor the less fervent in his protestations of unchanged and unchanging love. Comicbooks.COnn