A Daughter of Maryland — page 115: what you’re looking at

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96 A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. headed toward home and he fairly flew up the gradual ascent reaching to the deserted house already mentioned. Merely glancing in that direction, as she dashed past, Aurian nevertheless thought she canght sight of a face at one ‘of the broken windows, when she checked her horse’s gait long enough to get a clearer view of the place. The coun- tenance had disappeared, but she was so certain that she had heard some one move, she guided Maze up to the door- way. From her elevated position she could easily look into the window, when a sharp cry left her lips at the sight of him whom she beheld. . ‘Why, Carroll Southard, can this be you?’’ He arose to his feet with great difficulty, and came to the door, leaning heavily the while against the wall. ‘It is I, Aurian; but I did not dream of seeing you hore. 77) ‘“You are ill,’’ she cried, noticing the pallor of his coun- tenance, and the sharp lines drawn about his mouth like one who is sutfering great agony. ‘‘What has happened ??’’ ‘*It is the same old trouble; they are hunting me down “ like a dog for giving aid to that poor slave. I-have been Rea ae driven from Graymont, but I have been wounded and can yy go no further. But you are running great risk in remain- Bes: ing in this locality. If they should find you here with me it might fare ill with you. Ride on while you may unharmed.’”’ ‘But I am not so devoid of humanity as to desert a friend in need of my aid.’’ ‘‘Alas! it would only jeopardize your own safety with out really helping me. They are crazy for my capture. I would surrender, for in the sight of heaven I do not believe I have committed any wrong, but in their excited state I could not hope for other than the most desperate treatment. Nothing short of my death would satisfy them. I can but sell my life as dearly as possible. ’’ “That must not be; you must get Lae LEOLELOW. if books.com — . a y iy v9 i <j) Ghee tS