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60 BONNY JEAN. not know where we are, Jean. Old Corney has been here and dressed your arm, and so—and Ks She paused abruptly. Jean’s face had grown deadly white, and her eyes were dilated with horror unutterable. ‘‘You—you—don’t think that we can be at the old Red Tavern—do you, mother?” she cried, For the notoriety which that dreadful place had gained within the past few years had reached their ears, and they shrank in terror from the very suspicion. ‘‘T do not know, Jean,” replied her mother, doubtfully, sit- ting down upon the bed, and passing her arm about the fright- ened girl. ‘‘ We will try not to think so, anyway.” ‘* Mother !’”—Jean’s voice was low and full of alarm—‘“‘ I be- lieve I should die if I were sure that we are in that dreadful place! We have heard such fearful stories of what has trans- pired within its walls! There was the old peddler—you remember, mother !—who was known to have entered the old Red Tavern, with his pack, but was never seen afterward. Then, there was poor Mr. Lanier, who was murdered there in cold blood. Ihave heard that the spirit of the old peddler haunts the place. I—lI Mother, what is that ?” For the sound of a groan had fallen upon their ears, distinct and hollow. Again it was repeated. ‘‘ Who's there?” demanded Mrs. Conway, aroused from her usual gentle passiveness by her fear of the effect of all this upon poor Jean. ‘‘A friend,” the voice responded. ‘‘ Friend !” repeated Mrs. Conway, scornfully. ‘‘We have none |” | ‘“fam your friend,” reiterated the voice, ‘‘and I warn you to escape from this place as soon as possible, or you will never leave it alive !” Mrs. Conway with difficulty restrained her horror from Jean’s _ observation. Eomicbooks (E(0) =)