Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 72: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. : 65 ‘fT am very tired,” continued Lady, ‘‘and I’d like to rest a bit.” ‘Tired? By craminy, I’sh think so!” His words, and the sharp looks directed at her attire and Flirt’s bare back, spoke volumes. ‘* Help me down, please !” cried Lady, impatiently. The man, awed by her manner, obeyed, and the poor girl sank upon the ground at his feet. ‘‘Here, you, Mariar!” shouted the man, raising his voice to.a pitch which brought his wife to the door at once. ‘‘ By craminy ! the gal’s fainted, or dead, or suthin’! Come here, I say |” ‘‘Mariar” hastened to the fore, and they carried poor Lady into the house ; and after a time she was resuscitated. Having drank a cup of black coffee, she begged permission to remain a day or two, until she would be able to travel, re- questing the man to ride to her father’s and acquaint him with her whereabouts. To all this the man agreed, and at length set out for the Lee Place, which Lady found, to her consterna- tion, was more than twenty miles away. * * x x *k ** ** Meantime at the Lee Place all was excitement, alarm, anguish, over Lady’s unknown fate. The days came and went; the poor girl had been missing about a week, when one morning Flirt came dashing into the barn-yard, rider- less and flecked with foam. ‘Ihe poor old father wound his arms about the neck of the horse and wept tears of agony. John Averill, poor heart-broken John, had never ceased to search for Lady, night nor day, since her strange disap- pearance. He was a witness to this heart-rending scene, and the first impression which came to him was that Lady was drowned ; for Flirt would not desert her willingly. Even while they were discussing the fearful possibility, the bark- ing of the hounds announced an arrival, and the man whom Lady had sent appeared. His story seemed very probable, boo =) a (E(@) cS (ele) =}