Beadle's Dime Novels No. 37: Godbold, the Spy — page 8: what you’re looking at

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<— 6 GIDEON GODBOLD. something similar to the tournaments of old—om ofthe most gallant of the English officers impersonating the Knight of the Blended Roses, <otwithstanding his renown as 4 champion. fell »efore her charms—the conqueror was conquered. He soon avowed his passion, was accepted by Alice, and much happiness ens1ed; but it was of short duration. The trooye were ordered to retreat and on the same day Alice parted trom her father and her lover. The former fell a few days afterward at Monmouth, leaving her penniless; but the latter cherished her loye in hi§ breast until he met a doom as fata. but less fortunate. While thus borne down by affliction, her father dead, her lover banished from her presence by the stern discipline of war, and herself in poverty, a refuge she could not see was in the distance, Isabelle Ormond, once a dear friend, but | separated by the rival sentiments of their parents, visited and offered her a heart and an asylum. Alice accepted the generous proffer, and from gyi. doorrgten see agama a guest of this kind family. The dark clouds Giaertinciene lens chanpest; began to expe: rate, and to form figures ‘grotesque and’ monstrous upon a ground of azure, their edges being fringed with a sort of gloomy luster by the declining sun. The eyes of Alice were unclosed, and engrossed. in the study of those celestial dia- grams, when the door of the apartment opened, and a young lady, elegantly attired, entered. She approached the medita- tive Alice, and arousing her from the profoundness of her thoughts, exclaimed : - “Thave much to relate, dear Alice. The day has not been 80 auspicious as nuptial’ days should ONS. Penta Te aay eee attending to my words.” ( Alice was intent upon those huge, sailing masses in the air. Without removing her eyes, she caught her fair companion by the hand, and led her through the open casement to the bal- cony which conducted to the garden, then, pointing toward & group of clouds, she asked : “ Isabelle, tell me what those clouds represent ?” “They are so rugged and serrated that our imaginations fashion them into almost any form,” said Isabelle. aps they arc most like treey and men but I must confesa — , cComichooksicom