Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 49: what you’re looking at

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io Gs aS of that blissful at eins, ‘the & crook ? ‘ heey their crown. It was all dark to her, lyi: ng th wr >" : ee! . Le » 19 eee lt Ft ‘ae ’ e v y ” F Pd ‘ ri 4 is LOW - earth are made straight and patient womar nly % ae a ) ee Pith re 7) an aoe i ' - . Ag. ae ‘ / a on a8 9g Pe ; ie , c. .é y, ‘¢ Fi P f ? DW a t * he * Di Rai § whould” like to see a-copy of the ‘Hockledse: We : zi 3, _ Jotta,” she said, suddenly, one day to her nurse. Ws, eae She was sitting up now, wan and white as a spirit, but — daily growing stronger in spite of her despair. It was the — sag) wish she had expressed, and her nurse hastened to gratify it. She left the room, and returned in a few: moments with a recent copy of the paper. et in oe be Estella took it, glanced eagerly up and down its columns, o ae and at ‘length, Eni the advertisements, found what she nes wanted. It was an offer of fifty dollars’ reward from the - editor of the journal for any information of Richard L Der- went, sub-editor, who had pat i disappeared on the — , nieht of the eleventh of: May. Meets - Her pale face grew a shade efiitar? She laid disat coe paper, and looked at her nurse. Se Fe ne “What day of the month is this?” she asked. a ee Se ; a4 eat ed me } Ree we “The second of June.” | a eee rs - The girl uttered a low ery, and Paes her face with her | hands. Her worst fears were realized. Poor Dick ~ was: oe the power of Roysten Darrell—like herself, a prisoner. — ral ae ce “Tt is time you returned to bed, Miss Mallory,” ‘Carlotés said, at length. “Let me undress you and put you back 1 to bed. You must have your supper and go to sleep.” rh = | “I can’t take any supper to-night,” a2 Estella Pesiie mourn-— ri ge fully. “I want to see Mr. Fisher.” ee ae The fathomless black eyes looked at her i in ‘surprise. | a oe S _ “Indeed! Well, IT will tell Mr. Fisher as soon as. you. are Y She helped her patient-in, creaieed the clothees re qui e 1 = ; . the room. Estella lay very still—white as the ‘pillows—t i oo brown eyes, the pale, patient face Foy, of Bes xe Le BS “ despair. set Reet The old man came at once, poy a Hie: hard as ho was, from those mournful eyes. But there was no anger, no reproach, in that sad, young’ Sn0er tise look was infinitely more touching to see. » “How do, Estella? You’re better again. Tm glad of see that,” the otd man said, shuffling uneasily. a ia “Yes, I am getting better,” the girl said, slowly. “lf m eee: life was a happy one, I suppose I would die. Mr. Fisher, | og , Ne ei where is Dick Derwent? aa pial She asked the question so suddenly, SO ‘mapeventeniaes ; “ene a tie old man started back. cea: an ct Saat ea