Bob Younger's Fate — page 89: what you’re looking at

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80 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE, ingly, as he bowed over her hand. ‘‘I call it so, be-’ cause, knowing how intimate we were, you cannot help recalling associations of poor Theo.” If ever Myra had felt the necessity of acting a part it was certainly now, and she bent herself to the task. : - Raising her handkerchief to her eyes ostensibly for the purpose of concealing her feeling, she re- plied: “Ves, but I am glad to see you in spite of that. Many of his last hours must have been spent with you, and I would be glad to talk with you about his doings after I left for Europe.”’ ‘“T would gladly accommodate you in that regard, Miss Myra; but had we better not postpone the talk until some future time? You are not looking well, and for me to bring up subjects of so dear yet sor- rowful a nature, would be a rather impolitic as well as impudent proceeding. » ‘Perhaps you are right,” sighed Myra. The half hour that followed was really a very pleasant one. Stark was a very fluent talker, and he passed rapidly from one topic to another, always using the utmost tact in avoiding any reference to her unfortunate lover; and when he took his depart- ure it was with an invitation to make her another call. When Myra returned from the door to the room she had lately occupied, she found a visitor comfort- ably installed in an arm-chair. He was of ample proportions, and had the unde- niable air of the Fatherland. “What are you doing here?’ cried Myra, in sur- prise. ‘Mine frent, I haf shust dropped i in a leetle viles.’’ comicbooks:cot