The Blockade Runner — page 36: what you’re looking at

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_ THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. ot house whose threshold he had not crossed for three years. Gordon Mowbray was a widower. His wife left him childless when she died, but the girl, Norah, whom he had adopted, was the light of his elegant home. He loved her with the affection of a father, and we need not say that his-love was returned. Everybody knew that Norah was not his chHd, but few knew that her true name was Norah Narcross, for she was everywhere known as Norah Mowbray, a name which had been given her by common consent. When Robert Bentham went to the continent for the purpose of completing his education, he left Norah a beautiful girl of sixteen, one of the belles of Wil- mington, and a lass with the purest of hearts. His home-coming, for Gordon Mowbray’s house was really his home, his parents being dead, found her a woman of nineteen arrayed in the garments of a riper beauty, with a deeper, softer blue in her eyes and the _ carriage of a queen. He stood in the presence of a woman fairer than any he had seen in France. “You must have had an exciting time coming In,” said Norah, when young Bentham had taken a seat at. her side in the partor. “No doubt of that,’ answered Bentham. “‘ We were hotly chased and badly cut up by cannon-shot, but fortunately we possessed the best of pilots, and Ii am here, and not at the bottom of the sea.” “For which we are truly thankful, my boy,’ Mowbray himself at this juncture. “The Foxhound’s cargo is one sorely needed at this time by the South. Several regiments are awaiting arms, and we can now > said COnnicloookks (C@