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92 ~ BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. Sorrowfully, for want of something better to do, he watched the daylight peep through the little chink overhead, now timidly in the early dawn, now more boldly at the noontime, and then die away altogether at the coming of night. No more terrible punishment can be inflicted upon a man than to place him in solitary confinement, with no means to pass away the time except in com- munion with his own thoughts. Toward evening of this day, however, Clell, who seemed to have been constituted his guardian, came into the room, and said: Stark wishes to see you.”’ “Well, bring him in.”’ ‘‘He can’t come.” ‘Is he sick?” “He isn’t able to walk; guess he’s about on his last legs. Anyhow, he wants you to go to him,”’ ‘‘Very well, I’m ready.”’’ ‘But you must have these handcuffs put on you.’’ Theo submitted for the sake of his friend, and was then led up the dark stairs and along the hall, at the end of which they paused before a door. When they entered the room Theo was horrified to observe the sunken cheeks and generally debili- tated condition of his friend. The light was dim, and the young man was not | able to see distinctly, but it was evident that, judg- | ing from Stark’s appearance, he was not long for this world. He. was lying on a rough cotin the corner, moaning feebly as Theo entered, but he half arose from his recumbent position as he noticed his visitor. “Theo, Iam rejoiced to see you. I didn’t expect to meet you again,”’ m EOomiic 900 K<S.GoO