The Secret Shot; Or, The Rivals Of Misty Mount — page 46: what you’re looking at

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—v = lo 44 THE SECRET SHOT. place in his bosom, and pretty soon the happy lovers were smiling and chatting as gayly as before. Presently they heard the dinner-bell from the house, and they saun- tered homeward, arm in arm. “ Something’s been going on between two young people of my acquaintance,” said old Godfrey Gwin, as they entered the drawing-room, and he immediately put on a very severe expression of countenance. “ Now, pa, don’t!” said Ida, running up to him, putting her arms around his neck, and hiding her blushes in his great shirt-ruffle. “Ha! ha!” laughed the savage parent, ad kissing her. “It’s all right, my girl, and nothing’ to be ashamed of. How are you, Cleaveland, my boy? We'll crack an extra bottle of port for dinner to-day!’ And he shook the colonel’s hand heartily, and led the way to dinner. Well, to shorten an already too long story, before another month had flown, there was a gay wedding at the mansion, whereat Henry Cleayeland, a soldier of for tune, but a rising chief on the winning side, was united for life to Miss Ida Gwin, the fairest girl in America, and the Heiress of Misty Mount. Gomichbooks (CO)