Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 26: what you’re looking at

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24 FLORIDA; OR, THE [RON WILL. “O, Kennie!” she cried, “I can’t leave you; and yet I feel that I must—she wills it. O, Kennie! i am going to the city. Iam going away from every thing good and beautifui —how can I bear it!” _ So, through the tears, she seemed scarcely to see the rich, white fluid that fell over her fingers, and slowly brimmed the pail, but sat there talking to the quiet ‘creature, and seeming to gain strength and comfort as the cow turned its mild eyes upon her, giving long, gentle glances. A shadow darkened the doorway. She looked up and met the kindly brown eyes of an old man, who, leaning on his crutch, stood regarding her intently. As soon as he met her gaze his brow contracted, and he moved his crutches “Uncle Barby, good-morning! how are you to-day?” Vir- ginia asked, in as cheery a voice as she could assume. — : “O!Tm "bout as well as I ever expect to be, Miss Jenny,” he replied ; “‘rheumatism’s shifted now to my feet an’ wankles, and Tye got the Lombardy in my back, besides shaking all over with the ager that I caught in Jarsey, along o’ fighting them red-coats; and the jumpin’ toothache, which an nold man like me kep’ awake nights; an’ sufferin’ in the j’ints and the marrer is rather hard, countin’ in old age, an’ no chance o’ getting the pension, me nor the old woman neither; so, say I, ‘blessed be the Lord for all his marcies’—which [ always acknowledges the hand o’ Him.” “Thope Aunt Barby is well this morning,” said Virgiia, elacking her hand as the pail filled to the brim. “The Lord is marciful to all his critters, Miss Jenny, and not to say nothin’ of her period-like headache that comes jest -@$ soon’s the moon to its full, the wrist she sprained come ten years Christmas that’s troublous when the wind changes, and not to say nothin’ agin a temper that wasn’t naterally from the first sweeter than molasses, and throwing in a little trouble with the spine, a corn or two, and the touch of the numb palsy she had when Deacon Joe’s darter died, and that’s kept her head goin’ wiggle waggle, and never a stop to it ee ens ae ts =: comliclooks.conn