Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 69: what you’re looking at

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YOUTHFUL DREAMS. G7 CHAPTER V. A being of beauty she fell to her dreaming— Thought flitted in gleamings of light through her brain, In the depths of her eye it was con antly gleaming, Still lighting her soul with soft visions again, TE will of Daniel Clark was never found, and the vast in- heritance that should have been his child’s, became the spoil of those who had crept like vipers along his life-path, poison- ing every pure blossom that sprang up to bless him on his | way to the grave. His wife was bereft of every thing but her | sorrowful memories. His child had not even these. To her, father, mother, all was a dream—an idea that had floated | through her infant memory and was gone. | Years went by—many years—and then in one of the most splendid mansions of Philadelphia, lay a fair young girl, half ar- rayed in her morning costume, and but partially aroused from one of those sweet dreams that of late had niade her sleep a vision of love. While lifting the wealth of her brown hair be- tween both her small hands in dressing before her mirror that morning, she had been taken with one of those rich gleams of thought that are the poetry of youth, and allowing the tresses to fall over her slight person again, where, in their wonderful and bright abundance, they fell almost to her feet, she had stolen thoughtfully to a couch in her boudoir and cast herself upon the crimson cushions. There, with some loose drapery gath- ered around her, one fair cheek resting in the palm of her hand, and the white arm half vailed by those loosened tresses, pressed deep in the silken cushions, the young girl fell into a reverie. Perhaps the dream from which she had just been aroused still haunted her mind, but it would have been diffi- cult for Myra herself to have said what were the strange and sweet fancies that floated through her mind at that moment; r her own thoughts were a mystery, her feelings vague as they were pure. These sort of day-dreams, when they come comicbooks.com 4 - a