Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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| U4 | EPH PETERS. , “Do not fight, Jaques Chattillon,” cried Ann Wylde, as © -. the blade of the young man flew from its scabbard. “ He entices you to your death.” “T shall not kill him,’ said “Moran, “ but he shall have a lesson in politeness, which he willnot soon forget. Stand aside, woman. Cousin Maggie, do not be alarmed.” The combat was of brief duration. In a few moments - Moran ran his opponent through the sword-arm, rendering it impossible for him-to hold his weapon. He dropped it with a stifled curse of pain and mortification. : “That is for the insult to my cousin,” said the partisan. “Let me hear that you have laid the weight of a finger upon her in anger again and I will kill you like a dog. Madame Wylde, I would wish to know what you intend to do with my fair cousin. If your persecution of her is to be continued, I must.take her under my own protection.” % “ Thanks, Cousin Hubert,” sobbed Maggie. “™ Your kindness I shall never forget.” “A trifling service, little Maggie. Would I not do as ' much for any woman, and shall I not for my own blood ?” “Your kindness to me shall also be requited,’ said Chat- tillon. : “You had better let Madame Ann bind up your arm,” re- plied Moran, sarcastically. “ At present you are not a very dan- gerous enemy.” “Fool,” muttered Ann, as she bound up the arm, “ why would you anger him? Why must you begin upon the girl the moment you alighted from your horse? Could you not wait until this meddling fool had left us ?” “Have I not waited for long months, with all this venom in my heart? I tell you that I could wait. no longer.” “You see the result.” | “S'death! I will make him rue it before the night is over. Can we not part them, somehow ?” The partisan had given his arm to the gin, and they were walking on the shore of-the lake, engaged in earnest conver- ‘sation. “By Saint D@nis!” csebiacied Chattillon, “would it not make any man rave to have his best: friend turn upon him in &® moment? It was the blow I gave her Which ruined all. ; commicloOolkks.Cc@iin ‘ *