Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 51: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE BELL’S VISITOR. 45 had come, had passed—she was actually engaged. Philip, on the way home, urged alike by love and jealousy, could no longer refrain from putting into words the question which had trembled in his heart so many days. And Virginia had answered it according to the prompting of her feelings, earn- estly, joyfully. The momentary pleasure she had taken in the admiration of the distinguished stranger, melted away like mist before the full sunlight of this real passion. Her lover had no reason for jealousy ; he went to his dreams, contented. If the driver, in gallantly assisting the maid to the ground, had found a chance for a sly kiss in the starlight, it was no more than the happy couple they attended upon had also found opportunity for—that first, shy, blissful kiss which seals the betrothal, and is kept forever as a precious memory. It was with the recollection of that kiss burning in her cheeks, that Virginia joined the group around the late break- fast-table, which was not served until high-noon. Her mother was too busy to observe it, and the young girl’s conscious looks passed undetected. She made haste to cover her own Joyous secret, by giving her father the mesenge of Mr. Talfierro. “Talfierro! you don’t say so! the devil!” growled the Judge, evidently less pleased than troubled; at which his daughter was surprised, for she remembered that he had been a favored guest the previous season. “I did not expect him so soon, by several weeks,” he added, in a kind of apology, seeing Virginia regarding him. eee See We'll make him welcome.” ““Brerybody ts weleome, during the holidays. The more, the better,” said the wife, as she passed the Judge his coffee. “Yes, yes, of course,” he replied, recovering his cheerful- ness. “ Well, my daughter, I trust you did credit to the family, last night—your first ball, eb *” Conmicbooks:com