Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 50 of 130
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—— «8. ; GIDEON GODBOLD. “T use it lavishly,” replied Isabelle, “or hew tould I sup sg this tranquillity, with Horace continually in the field. The eritry of a servant prevented the conclusion of this reply. He stated that an old man was desirous of —— personally with Miss: ‘Ormond. “ Pray, invite him here,” said Isabelle. The aged visitor entered. He approached very slowly, powed lowly to the ladies, and then seemed glad to take the teat to which he was invited. His hair was completely blanched, and his ample beard, of equal whiteness, descended upon his breast, giving to him an appearance of so much ven- eration that both ladies regarded him with awe. He was originally tall, but much bent by years, and his voice seemed not less feeble than his legs. “Welcome, good father,” said Isabelle, with a smile; “ whatever may be the object of this visit, it is granted. I have a reyerence for age like yours, that prevents me from refusing aught that it asks.” “T come from a brave officer, lady,” mia the visitor, “ to tel you that he is safe, and to deliver this letter.” Isabelle took the letter. It was from Horace. “Has there been a battle, and is he safe?’ exclaimed % Isabelle. “Yes” replied the messenger, “there’s bin a fight—a steutish brush, I guess, though I don’t s’pose that he’s told yeu there half what he bee, Oy ee ee Mt written.” Isabelle was not listening to these remarks, which were at- tered in the low and quivering speech of age. She had onened the note, run her eye hastily from-top to bottom, and pressed it between her hands in profound joy and thankful- ness. “You are indeed the harbinger of weleome news,” said Isabelle. “But how is it that you, sir, so aged, feeble and ip- NT ee tae ee ae fo this distant city ?” en eWel these victories over the Britishers,” said the mes- young agin. Then I know the whole country and the near comichookscom joo a - " , = — - 7 -*