Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 163: what you’re looking at

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A FIGHT WITH FORTUNE. 155 ticular tomb, found the grated door unlocked, and actually burst in.”’ ‘Jupiter! I must meet the man who did that,’’ says Bob, with deep admiration in his voice. ‘“Wait—when inside he struck a match—the sounds came from a new casket—he discovered some sort of tool, pried off the lid, and—his match went out. Bob groans in sympathy. “Upon lighting another he found an old man _ be- fore him, alive—groaning—snatched him from the casket and carried him outside, slamming the door of the vault behind. } ‘“The general chances to be a strong man—never would have been able to have carried that burden otherwise—got him to the house—kept it all a dead secret—day by day the old man grew better—never will be strong again in body, but mind as clear as a bell. By degrees story told—general feels he must confide in some one or he will die—remembers me— Providential thought, since I know you.”’ During the pause Bob is lost in amazement. ‘Toe, do me a favor,’’ he gasps. “Well ?”? ‘‘Pinch me—I believe I’m dreaming.’’ ‘Not much—you’re wide awake, old man, and in a measure primed to hear more,’’ says Hooker, in a nonchalant way, though secretly chuckling, for it is really a treat to see Bob Pemberton, cool Bob, all broken up. ‘What! is there more—did the whole graveyard yawn and graves give up their dead?” Gomicbookssco i _)