Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 56: what you’re looking at

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Be THE LOST CACHE. funeral as. we can get up. A man who can refuse such a friendly offer as I made deserves to be shot,” Harry gave no heed to these uncomplimentary remarks, and walked down the slope, passed the spring, and paced off the hundred and twenty-four paces to the square buried stone. It was there; he could see it plainly in the moonlight ; and he put his fingers in the mark of the cross, ‘to apply. the test of two senses. The stone was still there; it had been_no dream, nor had the fairies spirited it away before sunrise... It was real, and it told him that the treasure was to be found, and that he need not seek much further to find it. | Led by the same irresistible impulse that. had brought him thus far, Harry walked on, through the path that he had cut in the thicket, to the brink of the deep.chasm, Sitting down by. the edge, he looked over into, the dark. gulf, that was fan- tastically and capriciously lighted, here and there, in spots, by broken bits of the moon’s. rays, and wondered how deep it ‘was, whether any one had ever been down. in it, whether it contained any snakes, and whether the treasure might not be concealed in that abyss. : oy As he listened and wondered, he thought that he heard sounds, as of a soft voice singing, or humming to itself, some scraps of a melody that suited the moonlight, and. seemed. to be a part of it. He listened more attentively, and was sure that he was not mistaken; the voice, also, was real—as real as the buried stone, or all his senses were combined to deceive him that night, | | : PT As he strained his ears and waitdd, the. yoice broke into another—a higher and richer melody. It seemed to bes woman's voice, to. be located across the chasm, and to be at no great distance.. Harry rubbed his eyes, and felt his) brain whirl so that he nearly fell:.over’.the brink of the chasm. When he drew, away from it, he heard a light laugh, and distinguished these words, that. were sung merrily and mus cally : | | When will he co Over the land or sen, He that I love as I love my life? How will he speak to me, Asking that I will be : Ever and ever his own dear wife weoimichiooksicoln e metome, »