Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 56 of 130
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 56: what you’re looking at
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54 FLORIDA; OR, THE [RON WILL. happy, loving, breathing man, breezy as the south wind Now put that odious knitting down; I want to be a tyrant all day—a loving one, you know, and I ¢ertainly shall nog allow you to knit while I am here.” Virginia let fall her hands and looked up helplessly. “You obey well,” he said, smiling in the overflow of his joy till his face took on a heavenly beauty. “ Now, to reward you, I will tell you that I have begun that book.” “O! have you?” cried Virginia, letting the knitting fall. “Yes—the title-page is written fgirly, in my best and boldest hand. I have selected mottoes—begun my Chapter First—in fact, now, I think I shall go on swimmingly. O, Virginia! your love, I am convinced, will make me im- mortal.” “You look, now, as if all superstitions, all clouds, were gone,” said Virginia. * “As if they were not,” replied Parker} with much so. ~- lemnity ; “ yea, all, as if they had never been.” I'm at the very roof-top of the seventh heayen—perfect ecstasy—a jubi- lation of soul that tells something of its perpetual angelhood - and youth. O! yes, I am very happy—very happy to-day. Let me see; did I ever know trouble ? Strange—it was only yesterday that I was in the fog—I may be in it again to- morrow.” Sometimes we utter unconscious prophecies. For that day, at least, the silver lining was out. They were, in truth, like two children, wild with liberty. They é vate ripe fruits, and drank milk together. They passed their in a few sun-tinted anticipation, for it was as if they lived a long life of happiness in those serene hours. For the poor invalid, also, the day was a most-happy one. Her youth seemed to come back to her, for she sung snatches of old mother, and she stroked his head with her soft hand, and, looking in his face, said to herself: “Yes, he shall wed my Virginia—they two are so fitted for each other.” As night drew near, they began to expect Florida, and the innocent mirth changed to apprehensive quiet It was long after twi- light that she came, however, driven by a boy in # handsome comichooks;com