Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 69 of 263
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62 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. “'VYes, I will be your John-Anderson-my-Joe-J ohn, yes. a . “*Oh, Iam so happy!’ exclaimed the light- -hearted. little fairy, and, suddenly springing from the sidewalk, she — . flung her arms about my neck and clung there until she S a had kissed me ‘frequent times. ’ Me 4 “*You seem very glad to learn that Iam in truth a de- as tective. Why is it?’ I inquired, as we walked on. a a % “*Because 1 know that some deep mystery hangs over ae sy Aen 28 ea “* Have not Bolard and Meg treated you kindly? == “‘Mam Meg has always treated me as if she had been my oe own mother, ‘but I know she is not, although she says sea? arte Ae oy “ ‘How do you know that?’ xs | Be “*Oh, I have overheard so many things when Bolard and Billy have quarreled.’ (axeeD a “<Do they speak of a crime when they quarrel?” eae “¢Ves—of a murder ?” tae “«And you are glad that I have come to arrest them for AS MOh, no, no! you must not arrest them!’ eee “«Then what would you have me do?’ Smet “<Hind my true papa and mamma for me.’ ances “And that is why you are glad that lama dJetontive ts faa a ““Ves, partly. You see, I once had a dream—a very strange dream. Do you believe in dreams ?? ern eeey “*Sometimes. What was the dream ?’ ve ge aaa aot) ““Why, would you believe, I thought I was wading near SAS Billy in a river of red, red water just like real blood. But —oh, it seemed so pretty, for all over the river were float- fet: ing thousands and thousands of bright, shining gold coins. __ Then I thought I was sinking deeper, deeper down in the | river as if | would drown. And just then I happened to 2 + look on the bank, and there stood a tall young man reach- vie ing out his hand to save me. Andon his breast was Be badge just like yours, so that I knew he was a detective. vast And his face was exactly like your face, Roe Fandon—and — ae: , . row ; ry We ofr eree eo “w "oe vr tt » >? a aT - ee a ' ae | it was you.’ a ae i wy a ty “*When did you dream this dream, Annette?’. - #3 aee Sait: *“Oh, long, long before I saw you in the tramp’s dress at s the cottage, and I dreamed it over and over, oh, so many He times. And when I met you I knew the dream was true.’ “*So you see, Bobe,” said the Scotch detective, pausin; ee 4 in his narrative, “here is another wonderful instance of ee re telegraphy of brain to brain, or whatever you might -. ‘i it. You see, doctor, Annette believing from what: she b D . ‘# 7 nd ao : | oy “ Ai 7 4 a \ a . ’ ¥ M ’ is 4% .*% * . y 5 RP = my! te ar? = 4 ; ‘ - 6 ee. vs | bese ff ‘- _ _ 7 t O al / \/ \| TT €& fr » y a - L > ‘ 47 SN LIN ANU aq. . 4’ Z 1 ~s : > , iy" Ti / Neate ef) a \ f Th . Sf - « 4 “ pul a nk" ~~ € ‘ ree ‘ ‘ “Se ie .. * | dé, —_ ae % 5