Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 122: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. ’ CHAPTER I, ‘Tl WILL SAVE you !” ‘I believe I have lost my way !”- Howard Ashleigh paused irresolutely upon the road-side, and gazed about with bewildered eyes. A lonely stretch of forest, lying hushed and still under an English sky, a few miles outside a quaint old English town. Over in the west great dun- colored clouds piled one above the other, with a dull crimson streak piercing their hearts, like a fiery lance. Indescribably lonely, the scene, with the moaning and sighing through the tree-tops, foretelling a coming storm. ‘Here I am ‘afoot and alone,’” mused the young man, ‘¢ Heaven knows how many miles from Waltham, where I must take the train for London. Ah!” he added, eagerly, glancing about him, ‘‘this zs fortunate! There must be a human habi- tation near.” For he had caughta glimpse of a high brick wall, frowning and gloomy, evidently inclosing an expanse of an ill-kept, neglected garden. | As he stands there let me describe hime. Ai slender, grace- ful man, a proud, dark face, gray eyes, full of slumberous fire, clear-cut features, wavy, dark hair, and a heavy, black mustache shading the short, haughty upper lip. An American by birth was Howard Ashleigh ; by profession a civil engineer. ‘<That stupid innkeeper,” he went on, impatiently, as he hur- ried toward the dilapidated gate which his quick glance had (ee) =) comicbooks