Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 37: what you’re looking at

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re ti QUESTIONING LOOKS. 89 “Because the chief of the party cut down, with his own hand, the woman who led the child, and took my daughter Upon the saddle before him,” “Was the woman a Mexican ?” “No; she was an American girl, the wife of my head stock- man, David Carter, by name, He bad hardly been married a month when his ate was killed. r “ He wept for her ?” | “ He went mad, and plunged into the river ‘in the darkness Of the night.” “Wagh; he had a weak heart to die fora woman, There Sone whom I love—the Blazing Star is her name—but I Would not take my own life for her sake. Look: my hand took the girl of whom you speak, and brought her to the vil- "Ge, TI gaid, ‘She is beautiful, and the daughters of Mexico are more brave than the men. I will rear her up to love the OManche, and then make her the wife of a brave,’ ” Senor Castelar bounded to his feet with a cry of horror : “ Have you done this, Indian? By heavens—” Hy chief xgised his hand to check the words, before too Much had been said. “Let tue wife of Hualpa appear,” he said. moment more and a beautiful girl, bearing in her arms & &be scarcely a year old, stood in the center of the lodge, Soking at them both with wild, questioning eyes, “ Old father,” said the chief, “ behold your daughter. Un- ‘behold your father.” : | | CHAPTER VI. A BIGGER LIAR THAN VERACITY. Tr Spaniard started impulsively forward and caught the Shrinking form to his breast. The girl was certainly white ay Very beautiful, and the child in her ar ms was a laughing R. With the dark hair and eyes of bis Andalusian sires. The a lan wife seemed startled, but not filled with the affection eh Stirred the heart of the Mexican grandee. How could . connicloooks.com