Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 65 of 100
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GOOD NEWS. ~~ 69 crossed the hullway, und unbarred and opened the front por- tal, A muffied form stepped within, which, at first; from his size and stature, Salome telieved ~ Lord Lionel, and she was about to extend td him a warm greeting, when she discovered along white beard and flowing locks. “ Well, sir, what would you?” asked the maiden, haughtily. “T would speak with you, lady, if I could do so-privately, and if you are, as I believe, Miss Tarleton.” “Tum Miss Tarleton; but why would you request to see. mre ?” 4 “TJ bring news, lady, of your brother.” “Oh, joy ! Here, follow me into the library,” and Sa- lome dntered the room, and motioned the stranger to a scat. } “Thank you, lady. Is yonder maid Miss Vancourt ?” “That is my name, sir,’ answered sees quietly. “ Then I have news for both of you—” ; “ Oh, God ! tell me, sir, is it evil tidings you bring ?” cried Lucille, with deep earnestness. ‘ No, lady, it is most joyful news for both of yon. Your father, Miss Vancourt, through tbe daring of Captuin Tarle- ton and others, has escaped.” “ Heavenly Father, I thank Thee. Oh, Luifile, what joyful tilings ; but, my dear friend, be seated, and tell us all about i, und turt ermpre, tell us wor we hate to thank for this good news’ ‘Lady, | am known as the Hermit of Hell-gate.” — ‘ What, you are that lonely man whom I remember hear- ing of in my eurly girlhood? Why, sir, many a romance hve I wov-n in connection with your Jifg, for men say a dep myst ry hangs over your past. But this is unkind of ine, LO Pp rhaps reopen a wound you would have healed, by reference to the past, so please forgive my cieuptitieaangae,” nd Salome laid ler tiny hand upon the arm of the [lermit, wWhosanswered impressively : 2 “ Miss Tarleton, over my life there does hang a ‘ties mys- tery ; but of it I will not speak, but tell you of your brother’s escape, and that of Colonel Vancourt, for in a short while stern duty will call me away from here,” and in > ie) me comicloooks.comn yh &