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ore “ BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 163 his brother had fallen into the strong grasp of the law, and meditating the best way of disposing of the contents of his box. The train drew up at last, and Bob entered it. He had concluded that the situation did not jus- tify waiting any ionger for his brother, and hoped now that the train would pull out. Just as the wheels began to revolve an athletic . figure pushed itself through the crowd, and clam- bered up the steps. It was Jim Younger. In the meantime Dr. Hinds had rejoined the claimant of the hundred thousand dollars, and was engaged with that worthy in looking over the pa- pers that established Theo Howard’s identity, and the note of his indebtedness to Julian Stark. “Yes, that all looks fair enough, Mr. Stark,’’ said the doctor, a little uneasy, ‘“‘but of course you could not object or think it hard of me should I insist on making a more extended investigation ?”’ ‘What more convincing proofs are required than these papers?’’ asked the other, darkly. “The papers, as I said, seem to be all right, but I have determined to go to Minneapolis and see for myself.’’. . ‘‘A plot between you two.” ‘No plot, only a safeguard. It might be the means of preventing the execution of a premeditated -crime.”’ | Jim laughed. “Have it your own way, my friend; I can wait. When will you want to start?”’ ‘“‘In the morning.”’ “Good! Vll meet you atthe depot,’ and with a mysterious smile the visitor had departed. Ten minutes went by, and the doctor, who was © looking over the documents, was startled by a thun- dering ring at the door. seh aa } He arose hastily to answer the summons, when the door of his office was rudely thrown open, and ~*~ atramp, one of the most forlorn-looking tramps he had ever laid eyes on, stalked in, mn (E(0) Eomicbooks