Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 14: what you’re looking at

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14 THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. stealing out to sup upon some sleepy chicken, or even to gather the crumbs about the squatter’s doorway, of all the life in that world of wildness, seemed alive to the beauty of the lonely night. Dream on, gentle fawn of the prairie ! your last child’s slumber is upon you now: to-morrow you will be a child no more. ‘ on CHAPTER IItf. THE EXPECTED COUSIN. “T wish you would wait here a week, Constance ; I really can not get time to go with you sooner. I must be quick, you know, with my prospecting; there’s plenty of men ahead of rhe now, and the choice locations are fast being taken up. Since we've risked the little we had left us, we must not hesi- tate or lose time ; so just content yourself here for a few days till I can go down to our uncle’s with you, there’s a good girl!” and the young man speaking lovked quite entreatingly into the half-averted face of his sister, where, seeing nothing very terrible, he ventured to pinch a little redness into the clear waxen paleness of her lovely cheek. “ Nonsense, Charles !—talk about contenting myself in such a place as this? Why I could not stay here another day to save my life !” “ Oh, if it Amounts to that, you must go, of course; but ten to one you will find far worse accommodations where you are going. Uncle Willard probably lives just like the people along the road we have traveled—it’s the fashion of the country.” Constance Lord turned her eyes on her brother, full of a - scornful wonder to hear him speak so. “And he a Willard !” “To be sure! Oh, you'll make a famous pioneer, my queenly sis!” said the young man, laughing delightedly at the imaginary discomfiture in store for the high-bred sister he both loved and feared. Constance kept her face turned to the window in silence for * comiiclbooks.com