Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 42: what you’re looking at

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‘ 46 ’ THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. last night, although his presence is known to Lord Howe,” and ina few words the young Englishman acquainted Sa- lome with the circumstances of Glen’s meeting with the grena- dier and dragoon, and the finding of his glove. “Yes, the glove betrayed him, for it was ong worked by Lucille. - “ Glen was rash, exceedingly so, to show anger at the sen- tinel, when he has a pass in his pocket.” “ Yes, he was-reckless; but I suppose bis American blood disliked to pass an English soldier without some sign of an- tagonism,” answered the nobleman. “ Have you any idea where my brother now is, Lord Lionel ?” “Doubtless in some secure retreat within the British lines, awaiting the coming of night to attempt the release of fis friend, Colonel Vancourt.” “God grant he may succeed, but terrible danger is before him.” “With you, lady, 1 hope Colonel Vancourt may escape, and really I believe that your brother will accomplish his release, however, hazardous may be the attempt.” | “Lord Lionel, you are a true friend, and doubly so, to aid me and mine, when your interests and feeling are thoroughly English,” said Salome with earnestness. | “Miss Tarleton, to none otlrer than yourself would I say | that Iam not thoroughly English ; no, I am a true sympa- thizer with the American people in their resistance to what I feel is the unjust tyranny of the mother country. =» “True, Iam a titled British subject, and um believed to be loyal to the king, yet in my heart I feel for the Continen- tals, and all in my power will I aid them, and to do so, must still maintain my allegiance to the crown openly.” “ Oh, Lord Lionel, you buve no idea what joy your words give me!” exclaimed Salome, and then, as if conscious she had shown too deep feeling for the gentleman, she stopped, her-face became crimson, and her beautiful eyes sought the floor in confusion. ~ “Lady, could I believe act-of mine would give you joy, could I believe that for me your heart would throb with love, gladly would I yield right and title asa Briton to gains smile, a look, a word from you in praise of my action.” conniclooolks. com)