Penny Dreadfuls, 1887 · page 177 of 267
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170 A SEVERE THREAT. be as uncharitable as that servant of God, as he calls himself. Hark! What's that?” For a clear, shrill whistle floated on the air, then footsteps, and around a bend in the road a lad of perhaps sixteen appeared, and as his eyes fell upon the disconsolate pair under the tree he started, and a smile illumined his broad, sunburned face. ‘‘Good-morning, Miss Dot!” he began, with an odd attempt at a bow. Dot sprang to her feet with a cry of delight. ‘Oh, Bob,” she cried, joyfully, ‘‘ you’re as welcome as sun- shine! It is quite providential that you came this way. This young lady has hurt herself ; her ankle is sprained, I think, and ‘Iam going to take her home with me; but we’ve lost our way. Can’t you take us home, Bob ?” The boy looked thoughtful. ‘If the young lady is lame, Miss Dot,” he returned, ‘‘I’d better go get the wagon and bring you both.” “‘Very well, Bob, youre a jewel! But please make haste, for we are awfully tired sitting out here. A contemplation of the beauties of nature is all very well, but it is apt to pall upon one when one gets too much of it before breakfast.” With another awkward bow, Bob started off, while Dot ex- plained to Lola that he was the son of the widow with whom she boarded while in Waltham. ‘¢She’s a nice, dear, motherly body,” the actress added, ‘‘and she'll make you welcome for my sake.” ‘‘You are very good,” repeated Lola, ‘‘and I can see no way to repay you at present.” ‘Oh, bother!” cried Dot, hastily. ‘‘It’s just too awfully ridiculous to hear you go on so,__I esteem it a privilege tohelp - you ; you look like a lost princess in disguise. ” Lola laughed ; the first laugh that had passed her lips in many an hour. There was something so infectious in Dot’s gayety that she felt as one feels when the storm-clouds part in the sky and one bright, dazzling ray of sunlight streams in broadly, = Eomichooks.co