Beadle's New Dime Novels: The Specter Chief — page 92: what you’re looking at

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96 THE PHANTOM CHLEF. stirrin’ to-morrow. so I thought I’d see you to-night. maybe for the last time—and say good-bye!” ' “My worthy!" said Fenton, ‘ we are very sorry 40 leave you. We hoped to have you with us all the way back. But you'll see us again. We shall protmbly stop at Pitis burg, and you must spend your time with us when you come ' there, God bless you, Bufler!” and he grasped the baud of the Ranger with a fervor which eviaced the sieacerity of the — wish. ' Marie was at first too much affected to speak—but she took from her finger a large French ring, (which, with ber rosary; she lad been allowed to keep at Cbilicothe,) which bore her initials in white cipher ona -blue ground. aud handing it to the Ranger, she succeeded in pressing it upon © - him as a pledge of her unfading gratitude and esteew. “-“ Well, Marie! I'll take it since you say so, tuo’ I shan’t want it to keep youin mind. But you are goin’ amoug the folks in the settlements. and you'll see mapy a one that’s got more'to recommend him than a rough woodsman. like ae. So I thought. maybe. as we had been iu some ugly times together, you'd not refuse to carry this to keep you from forgettin’ me. v © Porget you?—vever! never!” said Marie. ~ “This book,"’ continned the Ranger, drawing asmali. tae ded volume from the bosom of his huating shirt, “ was given ~ fo me, when [ was a child. by my mother; aod thong T never could read in it, it was all I brought with me trem home, and I wouldn’t like to lose it by aty chance.our kere. it has gone through many a scrimmage: and I’ve kept it for the sake of ber that gave it to me. Yur take it, Marie—it's the only thing I have that's fit for such as you, and you'll let me see it, if I ever get far enough in to hadi yo and Fenton.” ~ Deeply touched, Marie received the proffered gift. Othgy words followed, and finally the Rauger bade adieu to the ouly sympathiziog hearts he 7392 met ween he began his bommeiess life in the wilderness. © Sitting’io their tent, Marie and ‘bie busband rcamloet te a