Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 42 of 120
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 42: what you’re looking at
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cee —o oot pe gh SS SSS : ’ : Et a 44 THE WRONG MAN. grew up in their hearts, though the unconscious girl was hardly aware of the nature of her own sentiments, till they were made known to her by an avowal of Jove and offer of Inarriage from Dudley. Not to dwell on this part of our story, let it suffice to say that his suit was accepted, and that the day had now arrived on the evening of which they were to be united. For reasons which the young man had ex- plained to the satisfaction of the parties, it had been arranged that the nuptials should be private, with no witness beyond the clergyman who was to unite them—a young missionary, who chanced to be staying a few weeks at Adrianopolis. - * * e * * * + = = Thus engaged, at times “ prattling out of tune,” and silent at times from the very overfullness of their hearts, the hours of the morning slipped pleasantly away, and the lessened shadows of the tall trees before the cabin showed that it was nearly noon, ere Dudley mustered resolution to tear him- self from his affianced bride, and leave her to complete her preparations for their nuptials. Again and again he turned to say something he had not thought before, or to repeat something he had already said a dozen times; till, at last, every excuse for delay exhausted, he departed in good earn- est. Hurrying along the path as if he feared to trust his resolution at a more leisurely pace, he soon disappeared from the following gaze of Lucy, as he descended the bluff toward Adrianopolis. An hour or two after the departure of young Dudley from the house of Sedley, the inmates of the cabin, who had just completed their frugal dinner, heard the tramp of a horse, and, directly after, Hugh Overton rode up to the door. A piece of cleared land, which Mr. Sedley owned on the bank of the river some few miles above, and which he had been desirous of selling, had before been the subject of a con- versation between him and Hugh; and it was in relation to _ this that the latter had ostensibly come. Nip there!” called the horseman. “Is the old man “If by the old man you mean me, here I am,” said Mr comiclooks.conn