Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 33: what you’re looking at

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THS LOG-CABIN. 83 fhe shoem.ker sprung from his seat, and turning his back te the door, commenced gesticulating wildly and talking exutedly : “I say that that ere Charles Dudley, as is staying round here, ain’t no better than he orter be—he ain’t Staying for no good—who knows where he come from ?—what did he leave home for ?~eh ?—I sh’d like to know that—I say, I s’picion that Dudley—” At this point the door again opened, and Charles Dudley nimself entered. The tailor at once commenced making signs to the speaker; but he was too excited to notice him, or hear the door close. Dudley, hearing his name called, stood smil- ingly by the door, and listened. “ Yes, sir, I s’picion that Dudley, and reaffirm,and repeat < that he ain’t no better than he orter be—no, not a bit, and if ; I had the laws in my hands—” Happening to turn so as to get a glimpse of the person he was defaming, the excited shoemaker stopped instantly, turned pale, coughed and said: “I guess it’s gettin’ nigh on to supper time,” and, unheedful of the laughter of the listeners, in which none joined more heartily than Dudley himself, he bolted out of the door and disappeared. CHAPTER IV: LUCY DAYTON, Sap yt le ete og) 2 wy ERS But smacks of something greater Too noble for this place. Caumio, He tells her something ] That makes her blood look out. Good sooth, she ig The queen of curds and creams.—Winter’s Taxes. ArrrR feparating and reconciling the combating hunter and peddler, young Dudley ascended the acclivity of the bluff by @ steep footpath, up which he strode with the active step of one whose spirits are animated and his limbs hardy from health and exercise. The center of a natural lawn upon its Comichookxs.Con —- -— —]