Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 55: what you’re looking at

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eee Cs Be THRICE WEDDED. CHAPTER VII. FOILED. While the unhappy woman was pleading so éarnestly for recognition, and a welcome, the heartless squire had ina measure recovered from his fright at thus being confronted by one whom he had long supposed dead, and who now threatened to overthrow all his careful plottings; and he ex- — claimed in a voice of scornful wrath: ‘You are not Rose Moulton; you cannot proveit. You are only some vile imposter who has picked up small bits of gossip, and, cleverly putting them together, has come to _ frighten me with the story, doubtless expecting to be bought off. Go! I will have nothing to do with you.” ~ Your heart is harder than adamant, but, thank Heaven, - it is in my power to prove my identity. Look!” She raised her long, bony hand, and held it out to him. On the palm lay a large and heavy brooch. She touched a spring, and a lid flew open, revealing the face of a very handsome man. | Squire Moulton started, and a look of hatred flashed over _-his countenance; for the face that looked out upon him was like the face of his deadly foe, only with a younger and fresher expression. _ Look!’ she said again, and touched another spring. The face of the man disappeared, and in its place that of S a young and exquisitely beautiful girl appeared. ‘he dark and star-like eyes had a wistful look in their | depths; the ripe, full lips a tempting curve, and masses of raven hair fell upon her neck and shoulders, spotless and fair as polished marble. ; __The evil man smote his brow with his hand, and caught his breath convulsively at sight of this radiant creature. ‘“Rose,”’ burst from his pale lips. Again she repeated that one word: «<Look!” | Another spring yielded to her touch, and a dimpled, rosy- ve cheeked cherub, with black eyes and hair, smiled joyously up at him, : fee | 5 ; --comicbooks co