Bob Younger's Fate — page 165: what you’re looking at

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156 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. the eight will select you as the partner of his joys and sorrows. ’’ | | She soon went away, leaving Myra to the poor breakfast that had been placed before her. All day the lonely girl sat in the uncomfortable chair, or paced the room, momentarily fearing the entrance of one of the oultaws, as that of a savage animal, but not until evening was she disturbed, and then Irene came in with her supper. But little was said between them, and Irene soon disappeared. Another night of weary, wakeful vigil, and then another beautiful day had begun; but Myra was still a prisoner. After a breakfast that was inferior both in quan- tity and quality, the girl set about putting her room into something like a semblance of order. Her couch was stirred up and aired, and then a few pieces of rubbish that lay about the floor were thrown into one corner on a pile of moldy straw. | ‘“Maybe there is some implement in that corner, by means of which I can free myself,’’ she thought, as she began to move the straw about with her foot, thereby raising a cloud of dust.and mold. $he reached the floor, however, without finding anything more than-a few sticks not exceeding a foot in length. But the most important discovery she made was the fact that underneath this filth the floor had rotted away, until it would scarcely support her weight. The rain had crept in through a leak above and saturated the rubbish, which in turn had carried the process of decomposition into the wood. Pausing a moment to still thé loud beating of her heart, Myra seized one of the heaviest of the sicks, and beat away the decayed portion of the floor, finally making an opening large enough to allow ~her body to pass through. » The plaster and laths of the ceiling belonging to — the room underneath were thus exposed, and a few determined blows soon disposed of that obstruction. Gomicbooks.co m _ Protruding her head through the aperture just