The Wrong Man — page 49: what you’re looking at

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See te oS a ae EX A TRAGEDY. B1 old man’s eyes seemed riveted to the grisly object ; but his mind fooked not through his eyes—it was wandering away, away. Yost in a void of gloomy abstraction. His own well-trained an ow jaded horse stood quietly browsing by the roadside, at a _. Tittle distance from the spot where his rider had fallen ; but that of the unter, scared by the scuffle, had turned and galloped out ofsight. oe The scattered senses of Sedley were at last rallied by a sound, = which, as it first fell faintly on his ear, caused him to start and __ jisten. For a moment the noise was so slight as to be scarcely _ distinguishable above the rushing of the trees. But it soon = w loader and nearer at hand, and. was evidently occasioned tend By the rapid approach of some mounted traveler. Aroused toa at _ sense of the danger of his situation, the old man stooped down, and, grasping a fold of the hunte’s garments, dragged the heavy, lifeless mass a little way down the brow of the declivity. _ Returning to the read, he seized the rein of his horse, and in _ Tike manner leading the animal down the side of the hill, was _ immediately swallowed up in the deep blackness which the trees _ ast upon the earth. = CHAPTER VII. _ RECOVERED. y 7 this is wane in y power to declare, That in the dim forest _ Thou heardst a low moaning, And foundcest a bright lady surpassingly fair: x, And didst bear her home with thee in love and in charity, 3 To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.—CoLEnIDG6E. ACCOMPANIED by the missionary who was to Pastors the _ ‘Mrarriage rite, Charles ean pac gi met Enoch Sed- Sa! not long after a ad set out in pursuit of bi | a —-- & xe tot te, Charles was surprised that no t = iar teens aacindeeed the cabin to welcome him. fine house lay in deep shadow, and but for a low sobbing sound that broke stillness, might have seemed wholly uninhabited. i. these circumstances, our hero pricked his horse _ forward, and in a moment was at the door. The sobbing pro- ceeded from the negro boy. who had just returned from the _ village. He sat on a step of the little vine-covered porch, and - was weeping as if his heart would break. _“ Wha is the matter, Cato?" demanded Charles, in a voice f= 3 Sz — slight! haken by vague apprehensions. oy "Oto. sobbed the negro, ina fresh burst of grief that te ed his speech nearly inarticulate ip" ‘vou. Masa = comicbooks:com . . \ J "s