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16 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. The man who had ridden beside the driver stood near, and when Belton offered his arm to Myra and started off, the stranger followed at such a distance as would give no indication that he formed one of the party. “Ts this the cemetery?’’? asked Myra, with a shud- der, as she glanced at the wall beside them. “Yes. We will soon reach a place free from ob- . servation, where we can make an entrance. In the meantime, keep up your courage, and fear noth- nS >. A few minutes later they were all inside the in- closure unseen, as they thought, by any one. A short walk in the darkness brought them toa mound of fresh earth, and here they paused. “Courage!’’? whispered Belton, as Myra began to tremble and sob violently. “This terrible suspense will soon be over. Jones, let me have the shovel.’’ The silent stranger produced a pick and a shovel from the bundle he carried, and the pair at once fell to work, digging and shoveling rapidly, yet noise- lessly, while Myra stood by stifling her grief as best she could. _ Down deeper they went, every stroke they made _ jarring heavily upon her wrought-up nerves. At last the sudden, dull sound showed that they had reached the abode of the dead, and Myra gave - utterance to a cry of pain as she realized she was on the verge of a solution to the mystery that had been _ harassing her since the return from Europe. “Heaven support me!’’ she murmured, in piti- able agony, turning her face to the sky. fee 2A. few more shovelfuls, and the workmen, produc- | ___ing ropes, soon had the coffin raised to the surface, of the ground, comicbooks.co