Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 12: what you’re looking at

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16 THE GIRL TRAILER. my anger blazes up thar is no telling what I may do. TPma raving maniac, them times,” : “You are not coming in here, sir,’ retorted the girl. “Don’t think that Iam afraid of you, for I know your cow- ardly nature.” “Bat you don’t know me, gal. DT’m a new man now, and in a few weeks I’m a-going to buy up the hull State of Min- nesota. I kin do it, easy as falling off a log. Don’t be so hash with the richest man in the State—don’t.” “You must go away from here,” said the girl. “If my father should come back you wonld move quickly.” “But he ain’t coming back, my darling,” persisted Bracer, attempting to force his way in. “ Come; don’t be foolish, for I want to talk to you. You don't believe [’m rich, now, muybe. I don’t look it, that’s a fact, but I am—I’m one of the richest men in this yer State, and I want to marry you. I do, by lightning.” She raised her open hand and struck him sharply in the fuce. He staggered back, uttered a fierce oath and forgetting that she was a woman raised his band to strike in return. The eyes of Old Jess were flashing through the double sights and Bracer was nearer death than he bad ever been before, when a new champion appeared, in the person of Gaston Foix, who darted suddenly from the other side of the house and Without stopping to ask questions struck Bracer a blow under the ear which landed him on the turf ten feet away with a sounding crush, “Take that, you low-lived scoundrel,’ cried the assailant. “ What do you mean by insulting a lady in my presence ?” Bracer was knocked completely sober, drunk as he wag the moment before. He sat up with a mournfu! expression on his face and looked at his companion in wonder and doubt. “ What's that, Gaston?” hesaid. ‘ Pve bin hit by a young ’arthquake, I reckon.” Gaston laughed lightly and turned to Maud Turner. “ You must excuse Lim, Miss Turner,” he said, with quiet politeness, “for you see that he was so very drunk he does not know what hurt him. If I had knowu it I should not have struck ?) so hard.” COmcboooks. conn