Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 70: what you’re looking at

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74, THE GIRL TRAILER, of the swamp he crept up cautiously and ascertained to his entire satisfaction that no one was in the cabin except. Mand, who was seated near the front window looking out into the road. She held a photograph in her hand, and peering over her shoulder through the open window Gaston Foix saw that it was the picture of Wallace Burton, The sight made him gnash his white teeth with rage, for he hated even the sight | of that bold, manly face. Was Wallace fated to be his rival in love as well as in all else? Leaving the window he stepped lightly to the front of the house and tapped at the door. It was opened by Maud, who started as she saw who her visitor was. “Good-day, Miss Maud,” he said. “I thought I would drop in fora moment in passing as I had a little time to spare, I hope that you are well to-day.” ' Maud replied briefly, for she remembered her father’s warning against the man before her and his suspicious con- duct in the affair at Huntsville. She did not invite him in, but, taking the invitation for granted, he deposited his rifle in a corner and sat down. Maud remained standing, hoping that he would go soon. “T see that my presence disturbs you, Miss Maud,’ he said, laughing lightly. “I have no doubt that your father has warned you to beware of me.” “Mr. Foix,” replied the girl, quietly, “you did me a service, or appeared to do so, the other day. I wish to be as friendly as possible with every one, and yet it seems best to me that you should not come here.” “And why ?” “My father does not like you for one thing,” she answered. “Te has told me to have as little to say to you as possible and J obey bim in all things.” . “Your father wrongs me by his causeless suspicion,” re- plied Gaston, casting down his eyes, “ What have I ever done to him that he should take this kind of revenge upon me? J would have been friendly to him always, but, for some unexplained reason, he persists in hating me.” “ He has his reasons and would doubtless give them to you if you asked him,” said Maud. “ But, until he has changed his mind you ought not to come here,” } conmiclooks.conn