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70 BONNY JEHAN. to her friends, the villain knew just how much his own life would be worth. Bob had refused outright to take Lady’s life, but the prospect of a hundred dollars for a ‘‘ job,” such as he had just com- mitted, was too much for that gentleman's avarice. Therefore he had consented, and had necessarily carried it out. The little canoe, with its precious freight, drifted slowly down the winding stream, now gliding in among a clump of bushes and water-plants, anon drifting on with the swift current—on, on, for many miles. But, One guided it, and watched over it, and directed its course. ‘‘Lo! the wicked shall not always prosper.” And, at last, Lady opened her great dark eyes, and gazed around her on the fair, sunshiny scene. Consternation and alarm filled her heart. Where was she? What had happened? All around her was a wide waste of waters. She had drifted down the river to its mouth, and was now all alone on the pathless waters of Lake Pontchartrain— overhead the blue, smiling sky, the water rising and falling in _ huge foam-crested waves all about the frail craft, which glided onward as though guided by some unseen hand. Lady sat up, and endeavored to collect her scattered senses. Intuitively she seemed to grasp the truth—the fearful reality. She had been sent adrift upon the trackless waters by some enemy, some fiendish creature, who was even now. exulting in her certain destruction, But Lady’s indomitable spirit was not crushed, even under the weight of the calamities by which she was overwhelmed. ‘“Whoever has done this thing,” she cried aloud, olanc- ing fearfully about her, ‘‘is a dastardly coward! It would have been more merciful to have put an end to my exist- ence at once |” The lake seemed deserted by all vessels. In those days there was not as much travel upon Lake Pontchartrain as Eomichbooks.co