Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 176: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 169 surely as I live I will bring him to the punishment that he deserves. Dot, you are so kind and friendly to me, I feel as if I had known you long. Sit down here and listen, for I am going to tell you my story.” Delighted at the prospect of hearing a narrative which might possibly turn out to be as romantic as the dramas in which she was wont to take part, the little actress seated herself and listened with wrapt attention while Lola rehearsed her sad story—all except the fact that her mother had been murdered. This Lola Gordon chose to keep secret. When she had finished her dreary recital, Dot seized her hand and gave it a little squeeze. ‘¢Then you have no home and nowhere to go?” queried the actress, a great tear standing in each of her brown eyes. Lola shook her head despondently. ‘‘Dear, dear!” cried Dot, sympathetically ; ‘‘and your ankle sprained so badly; actually nowhere to go. Lola, you shall come home with me—that’s if I can manage to get you there. I could scarcely carry you, and”—with a melancholy sigh—‘‘I forgot—I have lost my way.” The prospect dd present a dreary outlook; but Lola saw only the kindness which prompted the girl's words. She bent her head and kissed Dot’s brow. ** You are very, wee, good,” she said, ary ‘‘and God will surely reward you.’ ‘Good I” Dot threw back her brown head and laughed merrily. ‘‘T good? Why, Lola, dear, I am an actress ; and the par- son up at Waltham church, where I went last Sunday, preached a long sersom against the sin of play-acting and play-going, de- nouncing all actors as demoralized creatures, whose footsteps lead down to the gates of—well, a place unmentionable to ears polite. I believe he thinks that none of our profession need ever hope to be saved; consequently, all honest endeavor on our part is so much wasted time. Yet J would be ashamed to Comichooks (ee) 3