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88 - BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. sidewalk, and giving a sharp glance up and down the street, she proceeded on her way. ‘‘A sharp vimmens, I’ll bet a glass of lager,” the German soliloquized as he once again shouldered his merchandise. ‘‘Now, I’ll shust wager mine pack against a penny she vas lookin’ for me, but, by shim- iny crickets, she didn’t see me.’”’ He had fallen behind considerably, and was not a little alarmed to find that she had suddenly turned the next corner, and disappeared. : @uickening his pace he arrived at the spot, and to his relief descried her in the distance. A few mo- ments later she ascended a pair of steps, and en- - tered a house. “So, dot is vare mine beauty lives? Sare goot! I shall try to sell her somedings after aviles.”’ He now began to enter, ina systematic way, every house on the square, and made strenuous efforts to sell his wares. Not meeting with flattering success, he gradually approached the point of interest he constantly had in view. Entering the side gate, he made his way to the back yard, where he expected to find the hired help, and to his apparent delight he encountered a bloom- ing German girl busily engaged in washing some clothing. He stood watching her vigorous motions as if fascinated by the picture, and when she suddenly looked up from her work there was an idiotic grin on his countenance that the girl attributed to speechless admiration. She blushed most becomingly, and made an effort to pull down her sleeves a trifle. “Don’t do dot,’’ said the other, earnestly, advanc- Eomicbooks.col