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BONNY JEAN. 23 low, were stern and menacing, ‘‘you have walked straight into - the lion's jaws, and you are caught in a trap. Be warned, for I tell you this is a house of fearful secrets, and you will never leave it alive |” CHAPTER IV, PERIL, Philip sprang to his feet, with a wildly beating heart, as the strange words, in that low, ghostly voice, fell upon his ear. He glanced about him cautiously. .The great, bare room, with its low ceiling—guiltless of plaster—crossed by dark, smcke-grimed rafters overhead, and lighted by the leaping, blazing ‘‘light- wood” in the huge fire-place, met his gaze. A spindle-legged table, upon which lay a pack of greasy cards, a long, low wooden settle, a dozen chairs, with cowhide seats in various stages of decay, were all upon which fell his eager gaze. Half- paralyzed with horror and surprise, Philip stood—his eyes fas- tened upon the door through which his host had disappeared. Suddenly it opened, and Mr. Corney was once more visible. ‘«Supper’s ready, sir,” he answered, with a grim attempt at a smile, which only revealed more decidedly his natural hideous- ness—‘‘ this way, sir, if you please !” Philip marked the sudden tone of servility, and wondered at the change in his host’s demeanor—wondered with an uneasy fore- boding of coming evil. But he was very tired and hungry ; the cheerful fire had dried his garments and revived his spirits ; so, thrusting one hand into the inner pocket, where his trusty re- volver was safely stored for possible contingencies, Philip fol- lowed Mr. Corney into the adjoining apartment. A second huge fire-place occupied nearly one whole side of this room, and a great oak log lay smoldering into glowing coals, rendering the room peculiarly cozy and comfortable. Before the fire a table had been laid for one person. There Eomichooks (aCe) =)