Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 23: what you’re looking at

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MR. WILLARD’S HOSPITALITY. 23 escort her, and she has led me such a race as has nearly ex- hausted my poor horse. However, it’s just like her !” “My cousin Constance?” asked the young girl, catching her breath, and a bright look of pleasure breaking over her face. “The same, Miss Willard. How long since she arrived ?” “ We have not seen her,” was the disappointed answer. At that moment, the clatter of hoofs was heard behind them ; they turned to look, and beheld a fair vision sweep- ing down upon them with waving plumes and fluttering ringlets. “This is pretty treatment of a cavalier as devoted as my- self,” cried Mr. Harris, as she reined in her pony by his side. “T’ve been lost—oh, dear! I was sorry for you, Mr. Har- ris, indeed I was, and for myself, too!” here she perceived the third person, who stood motionless by the roadside, with shy, admiring looks. “Miss Willard, this is your expected cousin, Miss. Con- stance Lord.” - Minnie stepped forward, and put her hand in the new rel- ative’s, who bent down and kissed her forehead lightly. Then, too timid to speak, she hurried on, to give her father notice of the arrival. ; Before Constance could dismount, Mr. Willard had hurried out to meet her. “So this is Amy’s daughter, is it? You are very like your mother, and are very welcome.” Something about this simple greeting, and the kind and genuine manner of it, went straight to the soft place in Con- stance’s heart. She gave her uncle her cheek to kiss, and felt no reserve in doing so, but rather a daughter’s confidence and affection. 4] The uncle and niece were at the cabin-door before they noticed that Fletcher Harris had again mounted his horse, and was bidding them good-day. “Don’t go yet, Fletcher. _ Uncle Willard, this is Mr. Har- ris, a friend of ours. Won't you ask him to stop 4a little with us all ?” “Oh, Mr. Harris, we can not let you go so soon, after conniclooks.com