Beadle's Dime Library No. 51: Red Rob, The Boy Road-Agent — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Red RGb; The Boy Road-Agent. fused when’ Zella was there, that’ he’ never once thought of © inquiting after them. And now’ that’ he (was aloné;' a ‘spirit’: of restlessness took possession of him that lasted” peri the remainder of that terrible night. “ “OHAPTER' XX. ‘LOVE IN, A, MOUNTAIN GROTTO, THE coming of ‘day dispelled much of the gloom wed bit. ter recolléctions ‘of ‘the night from the’ mind of A'sd Sheri- dan; and feeling like a new man ‘he ardse' from’ nil couch and surveyed ‘the '‘stené spread ‘out’ before bith: | The sun was shining iit the grotto; diffusing ew life and vigor through his overworked’ body and'mind.' Birds were singing’ ‘outside.’ The ‘flash’ of’ a’ little ‘cascade’ near’ the mouth of the grotto’ could’ ‘be ‘seen’ pouring down in‘ ribbons of foam, Away across the valley, over the' top of! a somber! pinon’ ‘forest, hé could séethe dirk’ mbutitiing pied i against the eastern sky like’a mighty dloudbank: |”: To the young exile everything” seemed | So'btight, 80 pled: sant, so’ joyous, that’ his mitid’ reverted to 'the night's adven’ tures as to 4 horrible nightmare.’ But his wouitid,his feeble strength and’ the’ many eVidlendes Of his fair’ reseuetls kind- ness around him, all were ample proof of ‘what’ lie ‘had passed through. And’ yét ‘he 1odked "Back ‘to certain ‘inci- dents in the. night's’ adventttres with pleasuré— such as! ‘he had never before enjoyed.’ It was those incidents in' whitch he was brought face to face ‘with’ the fair Zela, the good angel whosé transcendent béeatity ‘and’ gétitle ‘soul had row their way to his heatt“into that sacred ‘chattiber of Tove. During the day, Slyly’ ‘pit in an appéatinice With a dupbly of provisions, and a basket’ of Wscious early ‘peathiés, that still grew in the neglected orchards around those aticient ruins’ and in many of the fertile valleys of New Mexico. 0" | “And here's qth thitn’ elsé,’ Magsa’ Shear-a-ding; ” dat’ de " young missus send you,” said’ thu preedetotis' young African, drawing a. time- -worn book from the bosom of his clilico shirt ‘She said it wat the béstest she had to kill tite wid, and I guess it is, for I Knocked ‘a couple ob’ Hotirs coming up dé mountain wid it; lookin’ ‘at de’ pictéts. “Dar's”’ gobs of dem, massa, in de book, Jing!” and the Boy’ gave his knee a sudden slap that started Sheridan!’ “but wouldn’t’ I like to be Miss, Zella’s prisoner, and git "16tg ob £004 ‘fix- ings to ¢at, and. have nothing ‘to do but. 100k’ at picters? Jings!”” a“ “My brave little fellow,” “you don’t think: what “you're saying.’ I’ may any. moment. . My enemies might follow’ you hére and find | me, and then | reckon ou'd not want to be in my, plice. ‘itn ter he! hi! hi?’ Jaughe ‘the boy, shoving his ‘Hands’ into his breeches pockets . an ‘leaning back to give’ full flow’ to his, exuberance of, spirits, "while his Whole face ‘scemdd suddenly, tr BAB, int Oo a double’ row of ‘white’ pearls; ‘“dat’s & foe un on Styly,’ the ‘Weasel, as dey call me. * Why, Massa Shear-a-ding, dar ar’n’t a man, Tnjdn’ dy wolf,°" dat can foller de Weasel. I can climb a tree quicker’n a wild-cat, and I can run lik@stxty“and-jump—oh, golly! you jis’ ort to see me jump, massa. And den it’d make you run clean over to hear Inje Sing;)‘ Dar«jwagjan ole nigger and his name was ymnele Ned,’ or else dat odder song bout de ‘Swanee Riber.’ a ‘“Who'taught you those’bomgs/ Blyly?"i) to golly ogy wt “ De'young missus: Ain’t she!a bully gal?) rl Sheridan ‘smiled and replied:!! (6 (0h said (Asa, taking’ the ‘book, ‘) Some day! ‘may have | you: render’ those songs in aoe “ts ’ happiest’ vein, ‘Styly”! «som to As he spoke he lopenied: ‘the book nd tas at the’ title. page read aloud: ‘The Life and: Adventures of ‘Robinson Crusoe,” . ‘s Golly; don’t ae Gat ‘song, we mena siyy, 5% fi Weasel. | 0 Sheridan sisted th aid not capa the yaeth. Be pia ed throtigh the’ book rapidly; glancing Silage at each, At illustration. » ol} Yo dord ‘s/Tell your niistress,” he! at! length said, «“, that, zn amis thousand ‘times obliged: ‘tov her): ig these Serb shes ® bestéwed upon me”) / > es ‘Guess I will tell’ her, ' ‘mason; but: she told ne 10.4, 704, r how’ your wound was") Door) bas enous Se ‘Getting along! adorei] un! colakd hesipentcat %0 avonriganog i killed’ at! : | threatened’ in’ this ‘letter. the cruel missive being. in the book. _ Aztecs’ “ Orackey! dat’s fine, ain’t 1t?";,exc.aimed the Weasel, frisking about as though he was delighted with | the news; ** when’ D'tells de young, missus dat; Vl bet on set ide meoybie a-skippin’ over her face:’)) wovond | ’ Slyly femained! but: a» few: minutes Mies aud, mies he went away Asa’sat down: and/ate of, the delicious fruit sent, him by’ Zella. ’When ‘he hdd ‘thus satisfied ‘himself, he: again ., took'tip''the book and. began) turning. through. it, looking ~ carelessly at each illustration. While thus|engaged, hé came suddenly"aéross:a' shebt of note-paper, upon| which had -been written a letter bearing no’ date) buti which, had; évidently, been! ‘written’ the: day: before.,;;The! paper had: never been: folded, and: a glance: atthe single: name‘ Aaron;” to whom|,, it was addressed, and’ the: name of; the!writer, satisfied Aga that it'was only. ies. an epphttanity to! be mwas to. its destination.’ Sheridan doula not: éhint the temptation to read it It ran: “My Dear Aaron ol | | | T have long delayed: writing to inquire after Seno worldly happiness. . For; these many years, it has afforded me infinite pleasure and satisfaction to know you are living in constant sorrow over a lost child. You know I told you, Aaron, that I would have revenge when you' won'Havelle’s love from me; and then ‘deprived! me of all my lands» by taking advahtage jof a slight flaw in the title... Yow. should have, known better), than) to have.crogsed my path—aroused. my Spanish blood. But I presume if know it now. , L beg you will take good: care of the child T left you, for I always ated the brat.’ But then she will'be’'a thorn’ in your side to’ kgep you constantly reminded of your lost child)and my vengeance:, Your daugh: ter [still have. | She jis now grown to womanhood, and hag, large, soft, blue eyes, silken, brown hair and a sweet, angelis ‘face. She is the very image of her mother. Le Grand every day in her face and form. She is well‘edu: _cated—severul years in’a convent madé her all that is lovely, And, my dear Aaron; I am going to break), the facts to her)... goon, and, then—well, have the mother to wed, ou, can guess, th gph, J coulin* t will have the daughter / y ours, revengefully, LEOPOLD HAMALLADO!” |” aes “The demon! the ‘gloating fiend!” burst from the lips-of’ the young miner, when he ‘had’ concluded’ the tevengefull epistle. it be possible that she is the stolen child—the’ beautiful: Woman soon to be made the. wife’ 6f one she Has known’ only asa. fatlier? “TM he' aésbrip tion of the girl is that’ of Zella. © Gan God forbid! Tt cannot’ be possible! There must be some other girl’ at'tlie ruins’ doomed’ to the fate Zélla' was ‘Certainly ignorant of: I will keep it till she comes)“ I will show it ‘to het,"aind 'fitid ‘out the’ truth-the secrets connected with her life, and the ruins of Quivira, But there'is not a’ doubt’ in” my thind’ but 'thosé “ Phantom are robbers—that very ‘party of’ eniigrants that passed through’ Satiti' Fe two “or three’ years! ago; and whom the people ‘called’ Bilétit? Tongues, : (Oh, tr wickaddoad of this world!” | Slyly’ came’ daily to ‘thé thounthin pr with food and | delicacies —such ds the country afforded—Lsent by Zella: the hours seemed’ to dra Sheridan wuiled ' ‘way’ the ‘time’ ‘the’ 'bést! he Fi though S by ot’ leadén'’ feet, | His wound healed rapidly, and he grew as strong as ever, He longed | to pling i out once more’ ‘into! the free tir; ‘but’ an invisible “him a’ prisoner in the otto! It’ was ‘love.’ | power li Weuk ‘went’ By ére’ Zella ‘camé ‘to the grotto—it Neiirl ye seemed a year to Asa, Tt ‘was’ in’ broad’ daylight’ when’ she er came, and her es presence’ W ‘wits hailed with infinite joy’ by wh cap YX Hot B » ities iy | ‘It seems an age, Zella, » He! ita with a frank earnest): ness'in His tone, “since I rast saw you! I have read Robih- son Grisod through twidé; ald to ‘kill’ time’ have ‘began read- ing it'backwatd’ wit the Bodkupside down.” " Then’ you mist ‘Know 'the ‘story by heart,” the in dts said, with” a plédeant, ‘amilé. gt must: adiiitt » ‘that! litera-' | ture at ‘the ruins is scarce—in ‘fact, ‘iiniited’ ‘to ser single | - voluiné!” © | “s Mell, Zella, I began, to” “think” vith were never Costly of ' back, | ber?” replied Zella., ‘And 1 ‘began to think - 80, too,” the ivaiden Hp ltei: = Ever since your escape the. men. ‘Have’ been’ oni the constant Jook:out. for, you, but. to-day. they went ‘away ‘toward the south), and. I, took advantage pt ‘their ‘aBpence ” pani out.” ‘Can, you tell me, anything’ of my deur 61a felend, Basit Wa lraymond, ‘and « of. Nathan Wolfe, Belin “The old man was sentenced to the tiger-pit, you remem: cal ‘it, and A wild panther, tra in upo —"” pn i pon what sort ‘of (dilute Ob otiahtind ns sO REA which the mén liad me ge in a 23) a. bee Estelle “ ‘ Well, he was put ‘into a pen, as TF GOmIicdooks Cc (©)