Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 128: what you’re looking at

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126 FLOKIDA; OR, THE IRON” WILL. “T dont know,” was the response. “ Listen—listen,” cried Florida, in a low tone. “He says without doubt he is his son.” “Who—who?” gasped Florida. “Tt must be Parker,” articulated Virginia, slowly. Florida fell back, utterly powerless, for a few seconds When she moved again, the blood had rushed over her face _ and receded again, leaying her of a more deathly pallor than ) before. “Virginia, are you sure it is Le Roy?” she almost gasped. “Sure? don’t I see him? And now he looks up. One of the letters is sliding through a crevice in the floor. It has gone down. Mr. Le Roy is trying to recover it. No, he can not. It is out of sight. He is laughing.” “Look at Parker, Virginia.” “Poor Parker!” sighed Virginia. “Why ?” , “He is not taken as good care of as he ought tobe. I wish I could nurse him.” “Ts he very sick ?” | “O! very,” said Virginia, her voice tremulous. “Why not ask her where it is?” asked Horace Dudley. “T have no need,” was her reply, with a sickly smile. “Virginia, you may come back.” A few efforts, and the young girl awoke. For some moments she was bewildered, but gradually she remembered. “Did I find him ?” A . Yes; be composed, we shall know all about it in a day or two,” said Florida. Dudley and Virginia waited patiently. Le Roy came home. Florida did not meet him. He sought through the house, and found her at last in a retired room. “What is the matter, Florida?” he asked, noticing he, changed manner. ‘ “Why did you not bring your son with you?” she asked looking him full in the face. “My son?” he crimsoned-—-moved confusedly. “Yes, your son,” continued Florida. “You will find tha evasion is useless with me. Night before last, you were in + certain farm-house. Do you ask proof, that I know*® Yor « _ conniclosoolkks.conn 2 aa