Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 178: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 171 In a short time Bob reappeared with a light wagon, painted a vivid crimson, to which was attached a diminutive donkey— ‘‘all ears’ as Dot declared. The two girls were assisted into the vehicle, and Bob drove away, very proud of the honor assigned him, They reached the neat cottage of the Widow Brown on the outskirts of Walt- ham, and were received by that worthy lady with unfeigned cordiality. She would do anything in the world for Dot, and the sight of Lola, so beautiful and helpless, aroused her deep- est sympathy. Lola’s sprain was attended to, and in a few hours she was greatly relieved ; by the next morning she was nearly herself again. It was at the close of the second day after Lola was com- fortably installed at Mrs. Brown’s, She was lying upon the sofa in the neat sitting-room, when there came the sound of a heavy fall upon the cottage porch. Dot rushed to the door, and there, lying upon the threshold apparently lifeless, lay the form of a man whom Lola Gordon had thought never to meet again—the man who had her heart in his keeping. * * *K * K * a Lloyd Vernon opened his eyes in his right mind once more. For three long, dreary weeks he had lain at the very door of death; but the weary feet did not stray through the mystic portal, and he came back to life again. A sweet face was bending over his pillow—a face which somehow was strangely familiar to him. Memory busied herself for a few moments, and then he stretched out a wasted hand, ‘‘Good heavens !” he faltered, feebly, ‘‘am I dreaming, or is it really you, Miss Gordon ?” Lola pressed the thin, white hand. | ‘*Really I, Mr. Vernon !” she answered. ‘‘ You have been very ill, and must be quiet. Take your medicine, and go to sleep ; when you are stronger I will explain everything.” _ He obeyed her like a tired child, and soon sank into a. quiet Eomichooks (e(@) =)