Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 51: what you’re looking at

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zi THE LIAR. 49 if some great mistake had arisen, as if he had not read the letters of his friend aright. No; when he perused this letter again, it was clearly written ; nothing ambiguous was there, nothing hinted; his wife had ceased to love him; she had fled. Still there was something at his heart that would not be thus appeased; the mysterious presence of this young creature seemed to haunt his room, haunt the innermost cham- bers of his heart; he thought of the letter she had written him, and which he had burned while under the terrible influ- — ence of his friend’s epistle. He began to regret now, to wish that he had at least seen the contents of that letter; still his friend was dispassionate, just—why should this calm report be doubted ? a report evidently wrung from him by a strong sense of duty. Mr. Clark ‘slept little that night ; his better angel was abroad. Zulima, too, was weeping beneath the same roof; he knew it not, but still he could not sleep! In the morning Smithecame to the chamber where Mr. Clark was sitting at breakfast. His face was sad; he seemed ill at ease. “T thought it best to come and bring this news to you first ; it might save you from great embarrassment.” “What news?—what embarrassment?” said Clark, who had no idea that Smith knew any thing of Zulima, or her connection with him. “Surely nothing has gone wrong in the business ?” “No; but the young lady who says she knew you in New Orleans—that she has claims upon you !” Mr. Clark turned deathly white; this sudden mention of his wife unnerved him. “And is she in Philadelphia ?—where is she ?—how came she to find you out ?” aves to her “T do not know; she sent me a Do Mr. Clark, hotel.” “Was she alone—was she alone?” starting up. “ No, not quite alone,” replied Mr. Smith, ae a meaning smile; “I saw only one person with her, a young and re- markably handsome man.” Mr. Clark sunk to his chair as if a bullet had passed through 4 comicbooks conn