Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 88: what you’re looking at

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THE WHITE HERMIT. = pee The old man who had made the island his home came a5 forward, followed by Perdita. = “Take off my mask,” said the wounded man, in the we - ~weak tone, “It has served ils purpose, and can do no more.” ----—-—* Bill Epps cut the leathern straps which bound the mask be- hind, and pulled it off Marly looked into the face, and stag- a gered back with a look of horror. RS “God of heaven ; my nephew, Edward !” _ “Yes, Chevalier Marly, Marquis of Duchay,I am yournephew, Edward. What does it matter? I followed you for the sake = _ of the inheritance which, while you were not known to be dead, ___ rested in abeyance since my uncle’s death. I sought you out . im Montreal, but you escaped me. I heard of the recluse who _ lived here alone, and I sought you out. My villainy has re- Pe coiled upon my own head. If you were dead, I could claim the title.” i “T thought it might be you,” said Marly, sadly, “But, this _ distortion of your shoulder deceived me.” a “A part of my disguise, I would have married Perdita, f- -_ and gained the place I sought in France. That failing, I would have slain you both. My power among the St. Regis enabled me to collect this band, but I have failed. I die as I have lived: a desperate end to a desperate life. You may yet have y le before you sit in your castle at Duchay.” __ ‘With these words, he gasped and died. Marly yet kneeled beside him, looking down into the set face, which showed the ____ marks of a riotous life, though proud and noble. é --——s Marly. looked up at last. “ My friends,” he said, “ you mar- vel to see me here. I will explain. My brother was Marquis _ of Duchay, and hated me. For a crime of which I was never guilty I was forced to leave France, and make my home in _ America. With that crime unexplained I can not return, and 3 = was the knowledge of this which gave Edward the power ES : over me. He was an Indian agent of the Governor of Canada, _ & bad-hearted man. He held the proofs of. my innocence, but Fephere they are I do not know.” ie “ - Search him,” said Austen. = ‘Bill Epps passed his hand over the clothing of the dead man _ =e il he felt something under the coat upon his breast. He COMME OO ESOL