Penny Dreadfuls, 1895 · page 178 of 215
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A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. 155 ‘f Alas! I have no place I can flee to. How long is this dreadful-war going to last?’’ ‘“‘No man can tell; but long enough to desolate old Maryland. I am sorry for you,.and and I would gladly avert it if I could, for your sake. But the men are leaving and I must go with them. Good-by, and when we meet again may it be under pleasanter circumstances. ’’ ‘*Good-by, Mr. Berners. Remember me to father if you meet him; good-by.’’ Little did either of them dream what was in store for each other before they should meet again. When Aurian had satisfied herself that the marauding party had really left Sylvania, she joined her companions, trying to comfort them with reassuring words. ‘‘The danger is over for this time, Mrs. Ralston, and we have reason to be thankful that we escaped as easily as we did. Why, S’posen Jones! is this you breaking into the house in that way? How you frightened me.’”’ . ‘**Seuse me Missus Orry, fo’ de glorious news I hab. De sojers gone, but dey didn’t git Maze! I sabed him fo’ yo’ bressed self, I did suah. I tell yo’ I’se a coon.”’ ‘‘What have you‘done now, S’posen? Have you lost your wits?’’ ‘‘Me los’ my wits? Yo’s foolin’ wiv yo’ bes’ fri’nd now, missus. Hear how I sabed de bes’ hoss in de stable fo’ yo’. I—oh, dat too good to tell!’’ and he rolled and twisted his body until it seemed he had conyulsions. ‘‘Don’t git ’cited, missus! I’se comin’ to yit laik de win’! Yo’ see I knowed dey bound to hab ebery hoss in de barn, an’ I says to yo’—I means to mysel’ fo’ yo’—I says dey shan’t hab Maze, an’ min’ yo’ dey went off wivout him. Yo’ see w’en dey lead de hoss out, I jess stepped up laik I owned de Sylvanny, an’ I say, says I, I . led dat hoss fo’ yo’, c’os he dat fractus yo’ neber holl’ him | to sabe yo’ life’. Jess den I drapped a live coal from my pipe inter dat critter’s ear, an’ den yo’ oughter see dat hoss raga comicbooks.com >