Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 27: what you’re looking at

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” THANKFUL FOR TROUBLE. ) _ “ What! even for trouble, Uncle Barby ?” asked Virginia, her beautiful cheeks glowing as she stood ready to poise the tich milk that. bubbled and dimpled with the airiest, mest iry-like motion... . “ And why not, Miss Jenny? If every thing comes from the hand o’ the Lord, why shouldn’t we glorify Him in every thing? WhenJ was shot down by them red-coats in Jarsey, and left-for dead, thinks I. ‘ well, it’s mighty onsartin whether I ever see daylight agin from the window of that little red house where I was born; but if I die, an’ it’s the will of the Lord, why so mout it be; and if I’m saved, it'll be the will o’ the Lord just the same ’—so you see, what should I care, any- how. So I didn’t give myself. no sort of trouble about it, but jest lay still till I was picked up—and the Lord let me live, for which blessed be his name; for I enjoys my food now, at eighty, and has my sight pretty reg’lar, and my hearin’ oncommon.” -“Bat, Uncle Barby, what if the Lord don’t always send trouble? what if we make it for ourselves?” asked Virginia, preparing to leaye the barn. em , “ Well, it don’t matter much, I expect,” said the old man, musing over the question, “I guess we're born for trouble, mout it be more nor less, anyhow; and I reckon the’ ain’t _much done in the world but what the Lord has his hand in it?’ and with this piece of wisdom sententiously delivered, Virginia was obliged to be content, for the old man hobbled off, and she entered the house. | Then fell the old trouble upon her,. Every object looked doubly dear to her. The sun, in great golden reaches, com- Set in the wall—fell yellowly on the simple breakfast prepared » for two ; and, as Florida passed in and out of the soft, fluid- like gold, her person was transformed with sot purer, but her eyes were yet glowing, pas ot at all like Virginia’s, with their melting, amber transparency. She | to speak of the last night’s proposal, and assure herself, as it would be, that she was not in a dream, weirs to and fro without will and without purpose. She “i Florida would allude to it, but the busy woman seemed Wrapped about with her usual cold impenetrability. comclbooks.conn