Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 59: what you’re looking at

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A BRIDEGROOM IN TROUBLE. 61 CHAPTER VII. RECOVERED. For this is alone in Thy power to d That in the dim forest Thou heardst a low moaning, b And foundest a bright lady surpassingly fair : And didst bear her home with thee in love and in charity, To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.—CoLenipes. AccomPantep by the missionary who was to perform the marriage rite, Charles Dudley reached the cottage of Enoch “. Sedley not Jong after the latter had set out in pursuit of the hunter. As they rode up to the gate, Charles was surprised that no light shone from the windows of the cabin to welcome house lay in deep shadow, and but for a low sob- d that broke the stillness, might have seemed wholly ited. Alarmed by these circumstances, our hero his horse forward, and in a moment was at the door. The sobbing proceeded from the negro boy, who had just Teturned from the village. He sat on a step of the little vine- covered porch, and was weeping as if his heart would break. “ What is the matter, Cato?” demanded Charles, in a voice slightly shaken by vague apprehensions. “Oh-o-o !” sobbed the negro, in a fresh burst of grief that rendered his. speech nearly inarticulate—“is ’e you, massa Dudley—oh-o! Missy Lucy, Missy Lucy !—gone for ebber— gone for ebber !” “Great God ! what means this?” exclaimed Charles, spring- ing from his horse and rushing past the boy into the cabin. But all was dark and silent there. The brands on the hearth had fallen, and were smouldering away in a bed of their own White ashes, while the flickering glimmer which they fitfully Shed served only to show that the room was deserted. Charles again to the door. “ Cato, for heaven's sake, Cato, tell me what has chanced ?” cried he, with a huskiness of voice that showed he was greatly moved. ars comichooksscom