Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 116: what you’re looking at

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P14 GIDEON GODBCLD. 4 _ Horace returned to his military duties, fortified by certaia promises of Isabelle. He found Gideon restless and forlorn, seeking desperate service. An opportunity soon offered. Horace required a few dauntless men to assault a fort of the enemy. Gideon brought him the names of many volcuteeérs, They were assembled, marched to the spot, and the attack commenced. The enemy had been reinforced that day, ‘and . he combat was terrible. Horace urged his men on with all his energy. When the cheer of victory was ralsed, only one- third of his men could speak the glorious word—the rest were on the earth, dead und dying, each with more thdn an enemy at his side. Three men exceeded all others in their wondrous achievements, but all three were foremost among the slain—they were Gideon and his friends, the reformed thieves. They were found pierced with innumerable wounds ~Gideon in the center, with his hand upon his heart, as if his last pang were there. It was found, however, that the covered a folded rose, the leaves-of which were care- f-“Ww entwined with hair, which Horace identified as one of .a@ rich tresses of the lovely Alice. It disclosed to Horace the unfortunate secret of his heart, and pathetically recorded the hopelessness of his sufferings. Horiice respected the feel- ings of this worthy man in death. A grave was prepared, and the bodies of Gideon and his two companions were placed in it side by side. Gideon’s band remained upon his heart, and still pressed beneath it the blighted flower which imper- sonated her whom none knew he loved. -As soon as the roses had returned to the cheeks of Isabelle with their wonted. freshness, she was united to Horace; and as good auguries must be chronicled as well as those for ill, we must not conceal that —— that happy day Horace was ‘promoted to a majority. . Forty years later, when the benevolence of their counte- nances was graced by blanching hairs, and when their virtues ‘with their beauty were impersonaied by succeeding _genera- ‘ions of Isabelles and Horaces, the British removed the re mains of André—whom they had ever thought a martyr, though tardy in this act of veneration—to England, that they might repose in the more stately sepulcher of Westminster | Abbey, where, amid the ashes of kings, queens, wa<ivrs, . GComichbooks:com — aaa *