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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. _ 137 ‘‘Here is the place,’’ said Mary at last, pausing be- fore the door of a miserable looking abode. She knocked, but there was silence inside. She knocked again, and yet met with no response. “They must be in the back part of the house,’’ she explained. eS ere Again she tried, and as Myra realized afterward, each knock was different from the preceding one. shuffling footsteps were now heard, a rattling noise, caused by the withdrawal of bolts, and then the door was opened a little space. * “Who is there?’’ asked a hoarse voice. “It is I, father,’ said Mary, hurriedly. ‘‘Don’t keep us waiting, please.”’ : The-door was then opened, and Mary went in first. ‘The room wasin perfect darkness, the crazy old shutters being poabd: so that not a ray of light came from the outside world; and there was certainly none within. © | Mary took her companion by the hand. ‘‘Let me lead you,’ she said, persuasively. ‘*Lizzie is in the next room.”’ But. Myra drew back in undefinable alarm. ‘‘Iam sorry we have no better accommodations,”’ remarked the hoarse voice in what was intended to be a jovial tone, “but, Mary, you should let me know when you expect to bring visitors hereafter.” ‘‘T shall, dear father.’’ : There was a sudden movement, and Myra felt her arms pinioned to her side by a pair of strong hands. Quick of judgment, the girl at once knew she had permitted herself to be led into a position of the ut- most danger; and just as quick to act, she gave vent to a scream intended as a callfor help. But her foes, anticipating such a movement, cut-off the scream almost in its incipiency by clapping a hand- kerchief saturated with chloroform over her mouth and nostrils. A convulsive effort to get her breath, a motion to break away, and Myra sank into the arms of the man who had opened the door for her, | ; Ree | Comichooks.co