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La A SEVERE THREAT. 181 ‘‘T must leave here and seek for employment of some kind ; but first, must find old Zingra, and let her know all that has occurred. But, oh, what shall I do? How can I earn my bread ?” | ‘*You shall go on the stage with me,’ cried Dot, eagerly. ‘‘ With such a voice as you possess I’m certain you need never know want. And, oh, Lola, you will be ever so much higher up than I, for you are fitted for the life.” Lola’s eyes grew bright. | ‘*Am I?” she cried, with eager haste. ‘‘Do you think that I can ever become a successful actress, Dot? Oh, I'd give a dozen years of my life to succeed. Let me tell you, dear, I want to learn to act, and to use the stage disguises. I have an object—a reason for the desire—and some day I may explain. Dot, look at me well. Do you really think it possible for me to don a disguise in which you would fail to recognize me? Tell me, Dot.” Dot nodded her head slowly like a Chinese Mandarin, then suddenly slipping away, she left Lola and entered the house. It was getting quite dusky in the grounds now, but soon the b - moon began to climb its pearly, winding stair, and suddenly a pale light was poured like burnished silver over the surrounding objects. Still Lola lingered, loth to leave the pretty garden, shrinking from a return to the house, where /e lay, so near her, yet separated more utterly than though he lay in his coffin. <A footfall on the garden walk startled her, and glancing up Lola saw, coming rapidly toward her, a queer-looking figure. A bent old woman, tiny and wrinkled, with bands of silvery hair showing below an old-fashioned cap, and with immense steel-bowed spectacles over her eyes. She leaned heavily upon a huge oaken staff, and walked with halting gait. She paused as she caught sight of Lola. ‘‘Good-evenin’, honey,” she began, ina queer, cracked voice. Lola returned the salutation. ‘‘ Did you wish to see any one, madam?” she asked, EComicbooks.co i. =