Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 78: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. 3 Al af the present time, and Lady drifted on for hours without once meeting any sign of life, or any vessel. “I'm going to seek my fortune, like the maidens in the fairy tales!” she laughed. She seized the paddle which lay in the bottom of the boat—forgotten by Bob—and began to use it vigorously, She thoroughly understood the art of paddling a boat, and the little canoe shot onward over the great foamy waves, At last night came on, dreary and cloudy, and the dark- ness fell over all things, and closed like a gloomy curtain around her. The paddle was useless now, and she drifted slowly onward to her fate. Poor Lady | CHAPTER XIV. DEATH—FOR CERTAIN, What John Averill saw through -the thicket of pines and low shrubs growing around the grove which he believed held his darling, was sufficient to startle even the strongest nerves, It was a face—a dead, white, unearthly-looking face, which peered out from behind a wide-spreading pine tree—the great dark eyes fixed full upon John’s startled countenance, while one white attenuated hand beckoned him cautiously. Something warned the young man to keep his own coun- sel; he made no sign that he had observed the secret signal, and waited patiently for Mr. Lee to leave the spot. He succeeded in inducing the old man to enter the cabin - for a little needful rest, and saying that he would soon return, he hurried away. Striking a path which led through the bushes, John fairly flew, so intense was his desire to reach the spot where he had seen that white, despairing face. But shere was no one there / | | For an instant he paused aghast, fairly overcome by dis- (ee) Eomicboo cS