Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 91: what you’re looking at

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REVIVING COURAGE. ; 89 be.nz —how seldom had he heen thus cared for. It brought hot tears to his eyes, the thevgui <£ his loneliness, Again Virginia’s step broke upon his repose. She carried a china plate, beautiful with its broad band of gold—the cclor of the tempting pears that lay grouped like a picture in its midst. From her other hand swung a small silver basket, heaped with luscious grapes, shining like emeralds. “ You are thirsty, I know,” she said, quietly placing them before him. “Now eat, and be thankful,” she added, with a light laugh, that came only from the surface of her heart, for its depths were troubled. “Tf you will help me,” he made reply; and they sat there like children, each pleased because the other was. “You are not so desponding now,” murmured Virginia. “ Not quite,” he answered, pleasantly. “ And you will believe that better days are coming ?” “JT will—when I see them,” he added, with a faithless smile. “Don’t let me put the light of your hope quite out, Virginia; as I told you before, I am enveloped in clouds; I can’t see a way anywhere.” gape ot “ Not even there ?” whispered Virginia, softly. He glanced toward her. Her hand and her eyes were elevated to heaven, and a sweet and serene grace shone on her features. _ “Virginia, you are too good for me,” said Parker. “ have no trust—no faith in any thing. God does not care for me.” “Has He not sent me to be your comforter?” asked Virginia, reprovingly. | | “ Yes, oy darling, and I thank and bless Him for it.” His face brightened ; he arose, and, drawing her toward him, kissed her again and again. “ Yes, darling, my courage is rising. I shall have strength given me—we shall perhaps be happy together, yet.” 5 “ And then the book.” “OQ! yes, the dear book. Do you know, in the midst of all my mental anxiety, I have written nearly a hundred “That is beautiful!’ cried Virginia, clapping her hands together. “If I could only hear you read them! But the Hime will come. Now about home. Do you see the dear old cottage often ?” -comniiclooolkks. conn