Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 43: what you’re looking at

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PREDICTIONS. 47 _Teady the brave men of the south have commenced:to mar : pond she reclined her bead as if in ‘an attitude of . oan ; “They await the raising of a standard in the north—it is “nied and a cry goes up, ‘Long live Emperor Arnaud *hey march to battle—their enemies are driven into the sea, and) you—you, Arnaud Boussard—are emperor of abi proud lang p? _ Maurieta’s eyes dilated, and were as coals of fire. She arose from the cushiows and eagerly listened to the apparently in- -8pired Janguage of Marta ; and when she proclaimed Boussard - &mperor, Murieta flung herself before her and grasped her hands, exclaiming : “Thou inspired prophetess ! ‘When that day comes thou Shalt revel in regal wealth.” “ Arise, daughter of Arabia; you will be the bright tar in the Imperial diadem.” “ Senor Vidal, is this not weiidéblal? She comes among WS tike a phantom, and predicts what we wished, and what One other than Murieta, yourself and myself know.” | _. “Wonderful! wonderful!” said Vidal. Woman, what is 0 store for me ?” __ Marta turned to Vidal, took his delicate bronzed hand. and Intently looked at the palm. “You will be second in the affections of the great emperor: 8nd first in war and first in-council. A diadem has been on ‘hat head. I see dim traces of it upon your brow; but it was ‘ong ago, ” “She is endowed with the power to trace the lineage of een as well as read the future. I will test her further. We ve a prisoner who will be hanged unless he becomes an Im- eae His time is short,’ said Boussard. “ Will he desert His voi ” ~ Marta placed her hand upon her forehead, as if in deep u houghe; looked from the tent into the dazaling sun, then said, oe ep lois . 7 He will not desert his cause.” ai Guards, bring in the prisoner,” said Boussard to 5: gol- erg arotind the tent. __, Steager entered the marquee, but with cold indifference no- - teed NO one neha the Canvas teut. ec ‘ ma ‘ p | Comicbooks.com