Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 63: what you’re looking at

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8 ‘ RIDING TO—WHAT ? 67 fied. That is, all except giving you your freedom. Time fur that after the honeymoon.” “T will die first !” proudly exclaimed the maiden. ‘J have heard others say the sume—yet they lived’ long afterward; yes, aud were happy and conteuied, too, So will it be with you. You may not love me now—you may even hate me; it would be only natural that you should, af- ter my plain speech. But I will make you love me. You are so dear to my heart that you can not help it. A man can make aby Woman love him, provided he loves her truly But there—I have said enough for once, I will give you a chance to think it over. Only remember. If you are not quiet, until we reach your future home, for your sake I must bind yon. Please do not force me to be so rude,” Carmela made no reply. She knew that. it would be worse than useless. She was in his power, and to attempt re- sistance premattirely, would be folly, So she rode on, quietly enouga, oulwardly ; but oh! what a tumult was within ! In silence, save for the sound-of their horses’ hoofs coming in sharp contact with the rocks that thickly bestrewed tiie way, the little cavalcade moved on through the night, through the deep gloom that betokened the near approach of the day god, through the somber gray light that gradually grew _ less heavy, changing to a golden hue, until the cresis of the rugged hills beyond were bathed in the first rays of the new- born day’s sun, Black Garcia was not entirely at his ease. There was something in the expression of the pale face that rested in the hollow of his arm which he did not like. He began to believe that all would not be as plain sailing as he had at first thought. This was the face of an obstinate woman—— of one who weuld not be easily driven against her will. But then he reflected : “Bah! what matter? A short time more and we will be safe with my brave men—and once there, not # thousand enemies could rob mre of ber. There will be only her will to break, her hatred to conquer—and surely 1 am mon enough for that! In one week she will become reconciled ; in two weeks contented—and in a month from now she will adore me-aud believe me a very god!” comicboooks. com