Beadle's New York Dime Library No. 4 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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No. 4, rrr — He never thought of himself. He even forgot ‘‘ Master Hal,” in his anxiety for the woman whom he had come to place before all others in the world. ‘‘ Pye trotted her on my knee, when she was a wee tot that wouldn’t fill my cap! An’ to have her come to this! No, no; the good Lord can’t let her die like this, away from the sunlight, that ain’t brighter than her hair! She couldn't ; ‘3 7 ates -c41°> s4#,-<s ‘6 o8ej—| LOOd WHH 40 LNIUd FHL LANIVH HHHH AI | NOOdS CUNUOH LVEZUD AHL AM | HOOT j HOOT ~ > 4 rest with never a buttercup or violet on her ave, an’ where she couldn’t hear the birds sing the spring time. No, don’t let her die here! Take old Burly Ben that kin git clong any- where; but let her sleep out under the trees, where we to love to set an’ listen to my -tellin’. Impatiently he dashed the tears from his eyes. He could not indulge them now; they were an te hia Work compressed lips. But a change had come over Hal. ion with his fellow in peril. —_ ™. Sad a ~™ ar. . 4 — . As wild beasts will bury their natural animosities and affiliate in moments of common danger, so he forgot his hostility to Walter, and sought to re- lieve the terrors of imminent death by commun- The Kidnapper; or, the Great Shanghai of the Northwest. And Walter? But my pen falters. His an- | guish was locked up by knit brows and tightly 17 vampire. He scarcely dared look at the father and daughter, still locked in each other’s arms. The compressed lips of the one, and the panting terror of the other, cut him to the heart. And so the heavy moments, that seemed like ages in contrast with the swift-coming death, draggedalong. The passages seemed intermina- ble, and their windings seemed the work of some malignant fiend who delighted in holding hope, 2 emmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmcmm ce Meee Sa RES 2 -* ~s ee oan. Sees OS SRS = . ~ . at WR Nat Sas . 2% AMAT 6S SS ae SN MN OSS, »s = ~~ x - * aS De 6a @: PLATA r te t- “NERA D eidu . ah > ae es. oe " 5 Pre. ISD - * Ais off a ¢?e . Se a * ane* men seca crear a ee r Q o' * \ ; >A cu wal\} wii ‘Baffled! baffled!” he cried, as each passage disappointed hopes which were no longer hopes. ‘‘ My God! to be buried alive in this horrible tomb!—to die in perfect health and strength, only for want of air!” Walter made no reply; but he was terrible in his grim despair, as on each return to the main cave he saw that the pall of smoke was sinking lower and lower, its nether surface oscillating slowly, like the breathing of some horrible ~ ~~ = ~A > SWE y/ SE te Wt _ fatal mirage, just beyond the grasp of his victims, + wa And now that silent pall of death, slowly but surely settling downupon them, began to steal along the corridors, so that the searchers were forced to stoop to keep their heads out of its deadly folds. In the main chamber even Blanche, shorter of stature than the rest, could not stand erect without eontact with the hideous wy comichooks re) <€om