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BA LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XV. LAURA’S FLIGHT. It was night. Laura Brayton sat in the little chamber which, scantily furnished, though there were many large and elegant rooms in the old mansion, had been assigned to her. Her face, though somewhat thin, and marked with shadows of care for one so young, was now, in its look of pensiveness, very beautiful. “It is time ‘that I heard from Eldridge Putnam,” she murmured. “He will surely aid me in leaving this place, and in going where I can do something for myself—somewhere that, in honorable .employ- ment, I can earn my own living. It is all that I ask. Dependence on others is the greatest misery which a proud, true heart can endure. Ah, there is his signal!” And the notes of a favorite air, ightly but clearly whistled in the street, reached her ear. Instantly she took from her work-basket a ball of cord, such as is used for binding the edges of dresses, and fastening her scissors to the end asa weight, raised her baleen a little ways; and lowered out the cord. Soon a slight pull atthe other end told her it had reached its destination, and in a moment she drew itup. Toit was fastened a note. Quickly detaching the paper from the cord she opened the letter and read.. “He has found a temporary home for me,” she comicbooks COr