Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 355 of 400
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OE ert eet eee Td ieee VOC “But—but—sir, it won't do; ye’re not able: ye may bring on w fever. What ye goin’ to do anyway 2” “Tam going to London on the nexttrain. Tashall surely bring on a fever if I lie here and continue to think of all this mystery,” returned the young man, adding, more authoritatively than before, ‘‘Giye me my Clothes!’ “But they're all wet; ye couldn't get’em on.” “True,” said his companion, smiling sligutly; then he continued, “There are some others up stairs. Go to the first room on the left of the upper hall, and bring me a suit that you will find in a closet there; you will see some shoes there, too. If you do not do as Lask you, I shall go myself, for I must be in Lon- don to-night,” he concluded, resolutely, as the man still hesitated about obeying him, Tom Lawson could do nothing but obey this com- mand, and soon brought the clothing, and then helped the youug man to dress. But he was atill very weak, and was obliged to rest two or three times before his toilet was coipleted. He was ready at last, however, and leaving a brief note for Percy, teHing him of his intention, he started for the station, leaning on the sailor's amn, for le found that he could never reachit unaided. __ When he arrived in London he was driven directly some ; but upon finding that lis father was out, le went immediately to his mother; be could not wait one moment longer to learn the truth. : She cried out in dismay the moinent she beheld his ale face, and was very much excited when he told er of his narrow escape. be “The sea will yet he the death of you, Charlie,’ she said, tremulously. ‘I wish you did not love it quite so well.” : > : “T cannot help it. mother, you know,” he said, siniling, but watching her closely, ‘since it is my native elewent,” She atarted, and glanced inquiringly &CHhroe<=