Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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A BRIBE. ~~ «1B Ronald picked up a stick which lay upon the ground and cut him across the shoulders smartly. The negro sprung up with a yell of anger. . “Who da’ be, cut Tom wid stick? Oh, Lord! dat you, Marse Ronald? Da’, da’; grad tosee you, datLlis. But wha’ fo’ you cut I wi’ hick’ry?” ~ “Where's Maggie?” “ Wha’ for want know ?” “Where is she ?” “How I know? S’pose she tell nigga ebery time she.go out? Enty she do jus’ as she please ? Course she am.” Ronald pushed open the door of, the cabin and leoked in,, ” The interior was, not unlike that of other frontier dwellings, put showed int the arrangement. of the furniture, simple as_ it, was, a refined and cultivated taste. For in the first. days of our glorious Republic, taste was spies as: much in hismeiibicie affairs as in the parlof. Glancing around the apartment, his eye ey the object of his visit. But the room was vacant.. ‘She whom he looked | for was not there, though every article that met his gaze.evinced. the care of her tasteful hand. Disappointed, he returned to Tom, and, with a dejected air, renewed his vepeumvaite Ha Tom was inexorable.. He didn’t know. ‘Ronald took a knife out of his belt, and held it up so that the negro could see how finely it was polished. * Would you like a knife, Tom ?” The mouth of the negro actually wwesténed i the sight. of the lsnife, He would have risked his am alee, for its Be session. | | ~“T tell ole missis dat I no tell you ha find Miss Maggie, spose you come. What ob dat? Did she:gib»me a knife, s’pose? No, she didn’t. Stands to reason; den, dat I goes ober to de one as hes got a knife. You gibs me dat knife, Marse Ronald, den maybeI tells you whar’ you fin’ Miss Mag- gie, ”? “ Here it is,” replied Ronald, at once tossing him the coveted article. “ Dat’s you, boy. Now, den, you: 790 whar’ to —_ de spring ?? + “Yes.” connicloooks.conm