Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 35: what you’re looking at

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* CHAPTER VI. THE SECRET WEDDING. Tune is a figure creeping stealthily but rapidly from the cottage-door. Under the edges of a large mantle the hem of & snow-white dress may be seen. Sometimes turning warily, the figure stops with watchfil glances—then tremblingly gathers the mantle closer, and hurries down the road. The path is closed in, shortly, by pine trees, yet still, over the soft carpet of mosses and glossy green leaves crumbling to mould Cvenvin their beauty, the little feet are tracing their way. Again it is seen, that slight form, emerging on the pretty green Opposite the minister’s house. The parsonage is s small edifice, . very modest and unpretending, like its occupant. | A timid hand touches the old brass knocker. Almost before the first gentle blow has traveled into the hall, the door» ® thrown aside—there is a quick movement—and—nobody stands outside. _ sacteoit You can almost hear it all—there is such a silence every-— Where. Tlie very forest has forgotten its whispered vespers to-night. The great hill, blue at the top—purpling, deepening into huge ridges, ink-black at the bottom, seems listening; so do &re kind words, then a prayer, then a benediction. . What can it be? Ah! the table is divested of its snowy napkins, and there glisten the frostings of a wedding-cake. And she, standing so droopingly, yet withal very happy, the White dress falling in exquisite folds to the floor, the two hands clasped over som ly’s arm—that is Virginia, And he little mane nverings to hide the tokens of disease @ youthfal schoolmaster. O! bow beautiful they 3 Conmclooo kKS.ceornn) : . 4 ©n whom the benignant eyes of the pastor beam £0 kindly, yet. TS