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108 | BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. “Yaw, Iam dot same, and Yawcobismy name. I vas so mad mit her dot I shut her up in der cup- board. I tought she had anoder mans in der house, und I vas find him.”’’ ‘“You say you found him?”’ “Nein. Ivas dry to found him. But I find him not.”’ “Have you been in the house ever since?”’ ad- vancing a few steps, a deadly gleam in her eye. “Yaw, I been: here all der same dimes,’’ with the ~most innocent look in his calm orbs. ‘“Do you know I don’t believe you are a German at all?’’ ‘Ish dot so? Vell, vat do you tink I been?’’ _ “An Irishman!’’ mig The German’s jaw dropped in alarm, as if he ~. thought she was crazy. ‘‘Maybe dot vas der name of the oder mans. Did y ou see him?’’ ‘‘No, but you are no German.”’ The man seemed to be greatly amused, and began to exhibit symptoms of a laughing fit; first he shook all over as if he were afflicted with the ague; then a wheezy sound issued from his vocal apparatus, fol- lowed by the long-repressed laugh. - Unfortunately it was cut short in its prime, as we might say, for Irene, with a swift motion, drew a dirk that was concealed at her side, and sprang at him with murderous intent. _ Had he not been watching her like a hawk, de- spite his apparent carelessness, he would never have lived to tell the story. As the knife descended he quietly seized her bY the arm, and held her like a vise. “Drop it)?’ Eomicbooks