Beadle's New Dime Novels: The Specter Chief — page 90: what you’re looking at

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94 THE PHANTOM CHIEF. Here the Ranger paused, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and then, with evident effort, began his narration: 3 **T was born in Virginia, among the settlements. My - parents were poor—that's no disgrace, but it’s sometimes hard on the children. They couldn't pay for schoolin’ and I grew up without knowin’ my letters, till I was about eighteen years old. I worked hard, and my appe:ite wae pretty much all I got for it. Hows’ever I fell 41 with a gal’’—here a violent emotion seemed to choke «.« atter- ance, but he mastered it, and resumed:—‘‘I say there was a gal who was every waya good one as I thought for ' & wife, and we were often together—but there was many fellers wanted her; and one of ’em, about as fit for her as one of these riglars is a bush-fight, somehow over-per- suaded her, and she turned to him, so that I found it hard to get a word of her any more. It was.a sore matter. and I tried to make it up—hows'ever it wouldn't do. So at last—the villain had some spunk in him—I got him out where there was no one to part us. He staid there, and I came away. I had to run for it—anil this; with the dis- appointment, near about set me crazy. So I changed my name, and set off for the unsettled spots west of the Blue Ridge, and then about the Monangahely, and so down to the Kantucky, where me and Yager—you've hecr! of him—hunted for years. And sometimes I'd get a seulp, and when the trouble came on, I found plenty of work, and it seemed to cool the burnin’ liere,” (laying both hands gn his breast)—‘‘and the Governor, findin’ I was used to the wooils, gave me a job now and then, and made me an Mficer. But there will come times when I seem to gu «ver all my back trials, and it’s as much as mortal map tan stand. So I say, Marie—and you, Fenton—better make it all sure while the road's clear, for, as 1 said afure, there's no knowin’ what may come,” The earnest manner of the Ranger sent his words to the heart oi Marie. in whose eyes the tears stood when he firishea his simpie story of the results of blighted affection in his un- deciplined wind. The surveyor had beard the waiv ivcl- - - Gomicbooks:;com ~ “> a) ~<a _* 4 a ~~ i pa ” a gt ae 7 ° od ’ Pe ——_- - = «9 ee =