Bob Younger's Fate — page 47: what you’re looking at

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38 BOB YOUNGER'S FATE. “Has Julian Stark been poisoning your mind against me?”’ angrily. “Not at all. If I had followed his advice I would yet be enrolled in your train.”’ “Then why not follow his advice?” asked the beautiful girl, pleadingly. Theo looked at her earnestly for a moment, won- dering how it was possible that vice had ever se- cured a foothold in the soul that occupied such a perfect form and was endowed with such brilliant accomplishments. Was it any wonder that she had almost succeeded in insnaring him as she had done many a young man before? “‘See,’’ said she, kneeling at his feet, ‘“‘I implore you to be my friend, Jam willing to make any sac- rifice for your sake, if you will but give me a little of your love,”’ the voice sinking lower in shame at the confession. ‘Rise!’ said Theo, sternly, as he compelled her to assume her original position; but for answer the ap- parently infatuated woman threw her arms about his neck, and clung to him with all the Intensity of ahreduited love. Her ruse would have been successful with many aman of a trifle less determination, for the soft tones of her perfectly modulated voice, the delicate _ perfume that hovered about her, the confession she was making, all were bewildering enough to him -who had long since irrevocably made up his mind to the course he should for the sake of duty, loyalty, and manhood pursue. Therefore he quietly but no less firmly removed her arms, and in icy tones remarked: “You forget yourself, Miss Trainer. Please be et) SOAted,”” com (Cc eyo\o) cS (E(@)