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Blyth makes her sit on his knee, puts his arm round her waist, and begins to read aloud as follows: "MY DEAR VALENTINE, Although I am writing to you to announce my return, I cannot say that I take up my pen in good spirits. It is not so long since I picked up my last letters from England that told me of my father's death.
As the vessels came within range, both crews cheered lustily, and continued cheering until within pistol-shot, when the two broadsides were let fly at almost exactly the same moment. With the first fire, both commanders fell. Capt. Blyth of the English vessel was almost cut in two by a round shot as he stood on his quarter-deck. He died instantly. Lieut.
Wednesday, 11th January, Milne Springs. Shortly after sunrise started with Kekwick on a west course for the larger spring country, leaving the near one until our return. At eleven miles and a half crossed the Blyth, coming from the south. At twenty-eight miles reached the spring country. Changed to 150 degrees, and at two miles camped at the spring.
"No no," said Valentine. "But, Zack, you wrote me word that your father had taken all your cigars away from you " "So he has, and all my pocket-money too. But I've taken to helping myself, and I've got some splendid cigars. Try one, Blyth," said the young gentleman, luxuriously puffing out a stream of smoke through each nostril. "Taken to helping yourself!" exclaimed Mr. Blyth. "What do you mean?"
Blyth was not over-successful in the adult department of portrait-art, he was invariably victorious in the infant department. He painted all babies on one ingenious plan; giving them the roundest eyes, the chubbiest red cheeks, the most serenely good-humored smiles, and the neatest and whitest caps ever seen on paper.
To-night I shall be beyond the reach of your retaliation; for to-night I shall be journeying to the retreat in which the short remainder of my life will be hidden from you and from all men. "It now only remains for me to advert to the two enclosures contained in this letter. "The first is addressed to Mr. Blyth.
"The grog's getting cold," grumbled Mat. "Do you find it slip down easy now?" he continued, handing the squaw's mixture in the friendliest manner to Mr. Blyth. "Astonishingly easy!" answered Valentine, drinking this time almost with the boldness of Zack himself. "Now it's cooler, one tastes the sugar.
Blyth's advice, and to devote all his energies for the future to the cultivation of the fine arts. Near the turnpike stood a tall gentleman, making a sketch in a note-book of some felled timber lying by the road side. This could be no other than Valentine and Valentine it really was. Mr. Blyth looked unusually serious, as he shook hands with young Thorpe.
"The fact is, my dear sir," continued Valentine, "I have the most wretched head in the world for strong liquor of any kind " "Don't call it strong liquor," interposed Mat, emphatically tapping the rim of his guest's tumbler with his fore-finger. "Perhaps," pursued Mr. Blyth, with a polite smile, "I ought to have said grog."
Blyth, none of her relations are alive; or if they are, none of them care about her, poor lamb; I'll answer for it." "I hope in God you are right," said Valentine, earnestly. "But let us think no more about it now," he added, resuming his usual manner.
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