Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 193: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

184 THRICE WEDDED. rounding the squire, and listened eagerly to every word that was spoken. Jake T’oleman, as he called himself, pee forward in — front of Squire Moulton and said: ‘Do you know me, sir?” ‘‘OCurse you, no, only as a smuggler, who was paid to do my will; nor do I wish to know you,” he growled. “JT can easily believe the latter part of your reply,” re- plied the man, grimly, then added, “but the first part I deny. Look!” He pulled off his heavy wig and whiskers as he spoke. _ “Ha! Edgerton! Traitor!’ exclaimed the wretch, start- ing angrily up. “No, sir, you are wrong; Edgerton is not my name, it is only the name of a character I have assumed.” “Who are you, then—and how came you here?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of his fear for a moment. «“Your first question I will answer presently. I am here - because I followed you. I knew your errand, and I came to thwart you at every point. Ihave been on your traek for the last six or seven years. Why, do you ask? Because I had an object in view; you possessed something which I wanted, and which at last I have got.” ~ <«“What—what is it?” gasped the squire, wildly, and striv- ing to free himself from his fetters. : “This!” said the other, sternly, taking a paper from his bosom, unfolding it, and holding it up before his eyes. «Blast you! what did you want of that? ‘Ten thousand fiends take you—who are you, I say?” ‘Tam one whom you have deeply wronged. You have made my life desolate, as well as that of others, by misrep- resenting my character, my intentions, and everything con- nected with me. Would you know who I am? then look again?” He hastily pulled off his rough coat, revealing a neat and rich suit of broadcloth; then off came his fierce, heavy eye- brows and mustache—he had previously removed the swarthy tint from his face—and he stood forth the gentle- man whom we saw in earnest conversation with Bredrich Weimher at the inn! ‘‘Alfred Ellerton!” © ‘“My brother! thank Heaven!” ie _ These exclamations burst simultaneously trom the trem- ie “comic seers _S ~< = — < — | => >. ae — : wl! 44 i Ver Ps m 2a : 7