Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 15: what you’re looking at

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SREAMS, SWEET AND VAGUE. 9 He straightened himself so. finely on the spirited horse, and looked at her so fiercely, that the saucy langh went all out of her brilliant face, and with downcast eyes she murmured : “Laws, no. I don’t care a straw for Jim, nor his banjo neder. I ’spises him, he’s so set up about hisself. He may come to mammy’s ef he wants to—I shan’ be dar. I shall be down beside de spring, under the hill, "les it’s too cold. Dar’s a nice bench dar, and nobody spyin’ roun’,’—and with a flash of her eyes at him, to see how he received this information, she darted off toward the house. Hyperion’s face shone like gold in the sunshine all the way home. He was so full of anticipations of the “ berry pertik- ler” communication he had to make, that the reins fell on the neck of the horse, who walked home at his leisure, mind- ful not to overheat himself. When the valet came in sight of his young master impatiently pacing the portico, awaiting his return, he suddenly gathered up the reins and dashed up the carriage-path, with wapeed wales intimated he had ridden post-haste. ies beh SAE Pee a long: as you ought, you rascal.” “Gorry, massa, I didn’ wan’ to kill your favorite hoss. "Sides, the young lady took time to do her writin’,”"—and Hyperion handed the dainty note, confident of its mollifying influence. Ta is be wt sor initia Save Aen iy ¥7 ae ot he read the few words over and over, and finally kissed-them, before he deposited them in his vest-pocket.. Yet this important note was simple acceptance from Miss Virginia Bell, of Mr. Philip Fairfax’s -— . Brooke com