Bob Younger's Fate — page 163: what you’re looking at

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: 154 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE, — “Tf he is dead, what good would it do to resurrect such painful stories, whether they be truthful or not?”’ : “Just as you say, for I prey you would not lis- ten if I did tell you, so I think it high time to leave you to ruminate over the virtuous qualities of the deceased.’’ | With a mocking word of farewell the heartless Irene was gone. Myra sank on the bed in a passion of grief. Torn from the arms of her fond parents, snatched with violence from her luxurious home, and forced to exist in this vile place, it seemed to her at the ake that death would be infinitely preferable to ife. Then Theo, with his tender love and oft-spoken hopes, arose before her imagination—Theo might be alive somewhere, waiting for freedom and a joyful reunion with his promised wife; she -would live for him, she would escape and. find him herself, if no one else would help her. 3 Slowly, in spite of her brave resolution, the night dragged along; she could not sleep on account of her strange situation and the fearful forebodings that harassed her; but as a glow of lhght began to show in the east she dropped off into a calm slum- ber, in which she dreamed that she was not only at home, but that Theo was with her again, his cruel death a mistake, his undying love a glorious cer- tainty. In this room there was one window that opened through the massive stone wall, and it was heavily barred with pieces of-iron; but bars of iron could not keep out the penetrating rays of the sun which fell in a warm glow upon the opposite wall. Myra slept soundly for three hours, and as she © awoke her eyes fell upon this welcome visitor to her prison. She took it as a good omen, and rising from her couch she made her toilet as well as she was able. ~ She then sat down, and awaited the issue of events. In a short time Irene put in an appearance, and (E(0) mm G 900 ESS (E(@)