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48 BONNY JEAN. “There is no possibility of your doing that, Gabriel Black.” returned Mrs. Conway, contemptuously. ‘‘ We want nothing to do with you. All we ask at your hands is to go away and leave us to ourselves, Vo‘hing-can alter this determination.” | ‘Stay !” cried Gabriel Black, eagerly. ‘‘Suppose that I re- veal to you the hiding-place of a great fortune! Ah! you laugh at the very idea, perhaps, but never mind; I know more than I shall tell, unless you promise that all shall be settled amicably. For I claim my wife. She is mine in the sight of the law. If you will consent, I will make you rich to the end of your days; and I will be kind to Jean, indeed I will.” ‘‘Leave us, Gabriel Black!” said Jean, haughtily, though her arm was paining her fearfully, and it seemed as though she could not remain in that position much longer. ‘‘ You waste words on us. Nothing in the world would ever induce us to treat you other than scornfully. To me you are the veriest monster that ever walked the earth.” ‘¢’You ll be sorry for that, my lady ing the weight of his body upon the door. ‘‘God !” cried Mrs. Conway, springing forward and seiz- ing her fainting child in her arms. The poor girl’s right arm hung crushed and mangled at her side. The mother turned then and faced the villain who had done this dastardly deed. ‘‘Out of my sight,” she panted, ‘‘or I will choke the life from you |” She laid the unconscious Jean upon the bench, and spring- ing upon Black, she twisted her fingers about his throat, until he fairly gasped for mercy. For the second time that day the wretch was treated to a foretaste of what he so richly deserved . but Mrs. Conway’s frail grasp relaxed. The villain, almost purple in the face, sprang forward, and seizing the unconscious girl, bore her from the hut, placing her across one of the horses. He waited to saddle the other horses, then he ordered Mrs, Conway to mount. )77 cried the brute, throw- Eomichooks (eo) =)