Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 101 of 130
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 101: what you’re looking at
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\ THOUSAND A YEAK O “If you would omy get a situation in some school for him, sir. He is not well—not fit for the exertion of finding the place. I think, perhaps, he would like a clerkship. O! sir, you must not think strange that I, a young—woman, plead for him. He was my teacher in the town where we lived before we came to the city, and he has been very unfortunate all his life long. I ask for him as I would for a wrother.” Her yoice rung musically sad and low through the large room. | 7 “What does Florida think of him” asked Le Roy; he waited eagerly for an answer. « Florida—Florida—she—sometimes I think she—don’t like” him very well—but—but maybe it’s because he is so very poor,” she added, timidly. He drew a long breath, as if the news relieved him. “ How old is this young teacher ?” he asked, after a pause. “ Old ?—not quite twenty-one, I believe.” “ Does he want a situation in the city ?” “J think he would prefer that,” “Has he—any—parents living ?” . Virginia crimsoned to the temples as she answered, fis mother is dead, I believe.” ae “ Ah!” exclaimed Mr. Le Roy, turning hastily round, “ who told you that ?” : . % “ He told me, sir,” she said, . He looked at her keenly, then threw himself back in his chair. After a pause he said, slowly “TI think I can serve you—serve this young friend of yours, Miss Virginia.” “OQ! you are so kind !” she exclaimed, breathless, “ How happy it will make him. But you never'll tell.” . He smiled again. “ No, I will never tell,” he said, gravely. “ Suppose I get him a good place, and then suppese I put the task of disposing of it upon you ?” — “J am entirely willing,” she said, simply. “Very well. I will get the place, and a tip-top place it shall be, too. I love to oblige my friends, so you may set the young man dowa for a thousand dollars a year, certain— perhaps fifteen hundred.” ; OQ! how the blood surged all over that young face! how conmmicldooks.comhn)