Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 78: what you’re looking at

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reii 80 THE WRONG MAN. freshly and profusely scattered beneath every tree; and taose which still clad the branches twirled and fluttered on their stems with a sound that deepened the melancholy sobbing of the wind. Flocks of wild birds, on their wuy to the south, fiew nearer to the earth than they were wont; and in te inclosure of Enoch Sedley the domestic geese, those living and sure barometers, ran screaming and flapping their wings along the ground. The family met round the breakfast-table at about the usual hour. The face of Sedley was haggard, his eyes blodd-shot, and his whole appearance denoting that his rest had not been refreshing. The deeper emotions of Lucy’s bosom had sub- sided into a feeling of tranquil dejection, and her sweet face fost little of its loveliness from the subdued expression of mel- ancholy which it now wore. Dudley seized the first oppor- tunity of renewing bis suit to the maiden for their immediate uniou ;-and the application was now seconded by Sedley, who expressed himself anxious to see the rite performed which would give his Lucy a friend and protector when her old uncle might be removed. “ We know not, my dear child,” he said, “ how soon that may happen, and it is but prudent to be prepared for the worst.” Lucy’s blue eyes swam in tears at the thoughts called up by this remark; but she could no longer refuse to comply, and extending her hand to Dudley, she whispered : “You know why I have hesitated, Charles; you know my fears—you know all. If you are yet desirous of uniting your fate with mine, here is my hand—and let the marriage take place when you will.” We need not pause to say that Charles seized the offered hand with ardor, nor mention wnat fervent kisses he printed | on it as he pressed it between his own glowing: palms. In a few minutes, Cato, mounted on Dudley’s horse, was seen dash- ing down the path toward Adrianopolis, and hardly an hour had elapsed before he again entered the apartment, his black, shining face jilated with a happy and intelligent grin, as he ieered round on the awkward form of the missionary, whom ae ushered in. ‘The brief and simple marriage-ceremony, as performed by be Preshyterian clergy. was completed, and the niissionary Conmicloooks.comn