Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 89: what you’re looking at

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A HOME AND A NAME. = eg "t. os hie waistcoat was a leathern pocket-book, which Bill cut ei. and gave to Marly, who opened it with trembling bani, Yes < saw within a folded paper, which he opened hastily. His eye pe brightened as he ran his gaze over the contents. a “ Gentlemen,” said he, “my avowed crime was poiitical. > With this in my hand I can face my sovereign and demand my birthright at his hands. No more the nameless outcast, fleeing from a shadow, but as Alphonse Marly, Marquis of Du- iS chay, I greet you. Perdita, night is over; day hascometous!’ She threw herself upon his neck, weeping for joy. It wag ~ oe - a delightful moment; even the stern Indian was touched, and fies 3 Austen turned away his head. He was glac they were happy, $7 glad of her honors, although it set up such a bar between them. rs “ Friends all,” continued Marly. “Iam so bare of thanks that I can hardly speak to you. But the chief isthe man to whom you two owe your lives. When we thought he had fled from us, he had gone to bring us aid. He knew thathis “men would be at a certain place at the time he could reach it, _ and they had canoes. He left you without explanation, and found them. We met them on the lake, and were captured, as we thought, by our enemies. What was our joy to hear =~ _ the welcome voice of Chenango Good fortune aided us,and, shielded by the thick woods upon the eastern end of theisland, =~ we reached it unobserved. Spies were sent oul, who a back to report you tied to the stake awaiting torture. The- - - ' = Test you know.” cae et ee Tay ag : Under guard of the band of Oneidas they bade farewell - to the island upon which they had lived so long, and passed - away down the beautiful valley of the Mohawk. Bill Epps _- remained with them, for the business which had brought Cap- tain Laurence to this place was settled by the meeting with Chenango. The captain walked ers side, and in. the» a downcast eyes and burning cheeks read the story of her 33 love. And her father, though a proud man once, loved his _ daughter too truly to break her heart, and when they sai _ for Europe to claim their own, Perdita was madam Austen, ~ Bill Epps and Chenango followed them as far as Albany, =~ and when the sailing“ packet ” swung out from the wharf, — head saw the beautiful woman for whose sake they had periled. a 2) ¢ ae’ * — . se a ws: a Ps “ Saas sm i¢cbooks.com