Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 164: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. rely girl sank upon the damp ground, while her face went ghastly white, | _**J_-I cannot stand,” she moaned, feebly. ‘‘I would give the world, if I could. Yes, I have been here a part of the night. I cannot tell you all now, but my name is Lola Gordon.” ‘“‘T am Dot Wylde,” announced the other girl, naively, sinking down upon a gnarled root beside her suffering com- panion. ‘‘I will do all I can to help you,” she went on; ‘*but I do not know where I am. I have missed my road, and am a stranger in this place.” ‘And I,” said Lola, gravely, as she glanced around upon the unfamiliar landscape, ‘‘I too, am a stranger here. I had hoped that you could help me.” ‘* A case of the blind leading the blind,” laughed Dot, her merry nature getting the ascendency at once. ‘‘I fancy we would both fall into the ditch. But, listen! the sound of wheels, I am certain! Oh, my prophetic soul !” she added, gayly, as around a bend in the green belt of forest came a vehicle, an open barouche. As it drew nearer they perceived that it had but a single occu- pant, a man somewhat past the prime of life. As his eyes fell upon the two forlorn females crouched at the foot of the tree he checked his horses and turned a look of mute inquiry in their direction. His eyes resting upon Lola's tace, dilated wildly, and he caught his breath with sickening terror. Forgetting her pain the girl staggered upon her feet, and leaning against the tree, pallid and trembling, half dead with horror, she pointed one slim finger straight at the face of the man before her. ‘‘Keep back !” she panted, hoarsely. ‘‘I know you—fiend that you are! You are my father, and the murderer of my mother! But, as Heaven hears me, justice shall be done, and you shall expiate your crime upon the gallows!” Gomichooks (ae)