Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 84: what you’re looking at

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5 PR ie ee BONNY JEAN. 77 not long since. He escaped. If you wish to do the same thing, and will trust to an unseen guide, I willhelpyou. When you have read this, erase it.” Overwhelmed with astonishment and gratitude, the two could only clasp each other, and weep in silence. At last Jean raised her head, and there was a look of fortitude in her beautiful eyes. ‘‘We are not forsaken, mother!” she said, softly. .‘‘God will not leave us desolate and helpless !” They sat down, and waited patiently, feeling sure that they would hear from their unseen friend ere long. They had no way of knowing the hour; they had no knowledge of day or night; but in reality the night had fallen, dark and gloomy, with threatening rain; when at last they heard a voice which seemed to proceed from the same corner of the room where the mysterious writing had ap- peared. ‘‘Extinguish your candle!” said the voice, softly, ‘‘and come into this corner. Feel along the wall until you haye found a nail, which has been driven in it. Press the head of the nail; you will soon be in my presence, and I will lead you to a place of safety.” They wrapped their cloaks about them, then blew out the candle, and going to the place indicated, Mrs, Conway passed her hand over the smooth wall. At length her fingers came in contact with the head of a nail. Pressing upon it firmly, the panel slid aside, and they knew that there was an opening in the wall. They could not see an inch before them ; they knew not where they were going, nor into what unseen dangers their next step might precipitate them. ‘Hold your daughters hand, Mrs. Conway,” said the strange voice, directly before them, ‘‘and I will lead you. cs Mrs. Conway felt her hand clasped by firm, soft fingers, and then they moved forward, through what appeared to be comichbooks (e(e)