A Daughter of Delilah — page 32: what you’re looking at

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IN THE TUNNEL. 23 arch, hights twinkled beyond, and Edgar Alston dashed into the open air with a shout of thankfulness. Above him, a million stars were flashing in a purple sky, and the young moon glittered like a jeweled crescent. “T would not again suffer a like experience for all the wealth of Wall street,’’ he thought. ‘‘I have faced a savage bear single-handed, and been surrounded by a prairie fire; but found real enjoyment in such adventures, compared with the fun of the past half hour. By Jove! I wonder what the boys would say if they knew that I had been held up by one man? Robbed of my purse, and’even my clothing, without offering any resistance! By the Eternal!’ he added, wrathfully, ‘‘I must have been unnerved to submit to it! Still, what was a fellow to do, similarly placed? I would like to meet the infernal scoundrel in the light of day !’’ | He glanced down at his feet involuntarily, and a cry of disgust and alarm escaped him. He caught sight of the trousers he was wearing; he flung open his coat—yes, the pattern was the same! He was attired in the garb of a convict! Mr. Edgar Alston, the son of one of New York’s greatest financiers, the prospective heir to that financier’s enor- mous wealth, and in consequence the pet of the starchiest matrons who moved in the inner circle of the orbit of the premier city’s most select society—Mr. Edgar Alston in a plight like this! He leaned against a telegraph pole, completely over- come. He might be arrested at any time for an escaped convict, and then the whole of the humiliating story would have to be told. It would go the round of the clubs, and Gomicboo SS (E(@) m