The Land Claim — page 44: what you’re looking at

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40 THE LAND-CLAEM. ‘wonder. “Was there anybody ever so handsome as that? Why, it’s just like a picture! To be sure it 7 a picture—but ‘I mean it don’t look like any human -creature—only this poor child—and it’s handsomer than she is, though I thought no- body could be.” ~*dThen you think Miss Neweome resembles this picture ?” “Oh, yes, she’s mightily like it; same sweet eyes, and yellowish curls, and pleasant smile, but not quite so handsome about the mouth and chin, and not so proud-looking in the way she holds her head.” . The sick girl began to move about restlessly, and to repeat her one cry of—* Oh, my father, pity your child !” “'That’s the way she goes on,” said Mrs. Wyman; “she’s so troubled about some things she had to say in court that offended her father.” _.“ Perhaps our voices disturb her,” said the stranger, with- drawing from the room. “ Here is a purse I wish you to use for her; and let her have whatever she may need, or can be - procured for her comfort.” “But, sir, we do not wish for help in providing for this ‘ehild. We intend to take her for our own if ever the need should come.” Mrs. Wyman spoke tremulously, and with a “T know it; at least, I heard your husband say as mach. But sometimes money is a great power, aud Miss Newcome may need it. I give it to her, not you!” “Mr. Wyman said, sir, that you said you might have something to tell her for her advantage. Will you come again, sir, ngs you trust us to tell nape ania is better ?” “Tt is cpihen I can impart to any one at present. ~ nothing about it to her: I can wait, and she must wait.” The stranger then took leave of the constable’s wife, and of the constable himself, whom he found outside the door, and returned to his quarters at the log-tavern. Here a crowd had been gathered in the last hour, who magnanimously voted themselves “ the people” of the territory, and were unanimous in declaring that so vile a wretch as ghe murderer of Dr. Edwards ought not to be left to the uncer- tain execution of territorial justice. Doubtless he would find * commicloooks.conn