Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 47: what you’re looking at

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THE SAD TALE. 51” friend, striving to bring her back to life, Wallace set out | the rifles and ammunition and prepared for a ride. He had» scarcely done so when the horses were at the door. They could see that Jennie was coming back to life, and these strong men dared not remain to witness her grief. As their horses’ feet were heard rattling over the rough road, Jennie started up. “I hear horses,” she cried. “ Where are they going, Maud? I tell you that they must not leave me here while there is work to be done.” ' “Lie down again, Jennie,” said Maud. “You are too weak to rise.” “Jt seems a horrible dream,” whispered Jennie. “It can not be true. Did some one tell me that Rodney is dead ? Ah! I remember now and I must fly to him.” Maud put her back easily as she started up, for she was weak as a child. “You must tell me how he died, Maud,” she whispered. “T ghall die if [ do not know at once. Ob, it is horrible— horrible. To think that he left me this morning in al] the pride of manhood and now he is cold and dead. My poor, poor Rodney! My own love—the darling of my heart,” “Do not ask me to tell you now, dear Jennie,” sobbed Maud: “ Wait; I can not bear to tell you now,” “If you would not have me go mad you will speak,” hissed the girl. “Is your father to blame or your lover, Wallace Burton? If he killed him I will not rest until he is dead.” i “No, no, Jennie,” sobbed Maud. “ You wrong them both by the thought.” “Then tell me or I shall think you want to shield one or the other.” Then Maud in a voice full of anguish, with her arm about the neck of Jennie, and the hot forehead pressed against her bosom, told the sad tale; Jennie listened like one in a trance so as not to lose a word. Her unnatural calmness appalled her friend more than loud sorrow would have done, and when the tale was done, Jennie put her friend aside and rose, “Do not try to stop me, now, girl,’ she cried. ‘ Away ; connicloooks.comn