Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 50: what you’re looking at

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er peea by CHAPTER YVIIl. A VISIT TO THE LAWYER—AND A HAPPY DAY. Tue next day Virginia was awakened by an impatient call It was scarcely light, but, remembering what was before her, she sprung hastily up. Florida was already ‘ressed, and held a packed carpet-bag in one hand and a bonnet in the other. “T thought you had best get up, for I've made the fire,” she said. “Of course you'll attend to mother, and to getting all the meals. You needn’t expect me home till after dark, to-night, for I have a great deal to do. Good-morning, now you are thoroughly roused.” Another moment, and Florida and carpet-bag were both gone. ' It was a walk of nearly an hour to reach the place for which the coach started on its ten miles’ jaunt. The air was cool, and the drops lay like showers of silver on the path by the house, and covered the fields far and near with a white splendor. Florida walked on with a quick step and an animated face. She did not heed the faint twittering of the birds, now few in number, (for the fall had set in.) nor the soft flushing of crimson just lighting up the westward gates, where the sun was preparing to enter. It was not the glory of nature that gave her face such an exultant beauty, but ever and anon she would glance at the carpet-bag in her hand, and murmur, “TI knew it would come, some time.’ The humble tavern in which the post-off.» was kept soon came in sight. A few persons stood on the steps, talking sleepily, and watching the motions of a lazy hostler, whose steps were as uncertain as his temper. The men moved respectfully aside as Florida came in sight, and she entered the little room set ‘apart for the recéption of letters. “ -morning, marm,” said the postmaster, landlord of the “Irving.” “It’s a right pleasant day before us, I guess” “T should judge so,” said Florida, coldly. conmiclooolkks.conn