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84 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER, = 2 | arate s ~ “As the little lady approached closely I perceived that she had not gotten over her excitement. : 3 “Her bright eyes snapped wickedly, and her little feet fell upon the boards of the walk with a rapidity and energy which denoted that whatever errand she had in view in b, visiting the hotel, she meant business. | ay “At length, when but a few yards separated us, My heart began to beat furiously, as if it was ashamed of its owner, and was trying to leap from my breast and inform — a the angry little lady that I was the horrid wretch who 2 merited punishment at her hands, as “I stepped to the edge of the walk, that she might have | abundant room in passing, and casting down my eyesasif to guard against plunging off into the muddy street, kept ae on, believing all was safe. tS a ‘* Alas, such was not the case. 3 “I suddenly felt a little gloved hand dashed rather rudel y upon my breast, and pausing abruptly and looking up in feigned astonishment, perceived that I was the widow’s i. captive. | dg “*Oh, no, indeeddy! No, no, Mr. Sam J osalyn !’ she eried. ‘You don’t sneak away from Corydon and from me in that. way.’ | | Re) “And the look her flashing eyes bestowed upon me as > she spoke, had wilted down any one but a truly innocent — man, or a thoroughly horrid villain. : a “* Why, my dear madam, what mean you?’ I exclaimed, _ in a surprised and dignified manner, and assumed voice. | “*Oh, you can’t fool me with them spectacles and that false wig!’ she cried. “And she made a grab for the wig, intending, without doubt, to loosen it from the careful arrangement I had | been at some pains to give it upon my head. >, wee oe ane “*Madam,’ I returned, grasping and restraining her hand, ‘I am Senator John Crowley, of Erie, and am bound eit thither upon the train at the depot. Will you kindly find some one to return you to the lunatic asylum from which S you have evidently escaped, and permit me to catch the ~ train ?’ fo “Senator John Crowley, eh—I know John Crowley, of Erie, you villain ! Mapes “Then clutching my coat, she fairly screamed : a ei “Sam Josalyn, you don’t get off ‘so easy! Andas for getting some one to take me to a lunatic asylum, J’ll soon have you taken to a prison, where you will find timeto | :* «= - a aia er" “Lae. — eS i eee -_” . - Ss re F; a a ¥ asern Fa - > + Ae » ive 4 (4 ey « te wie*. el ‘ ‘comicbooks.com_ o Yaa a7 : i & = 7 ‘ " 2 . — r ‘ Tz. * “4 Yi ; t ” a “A * . rs nee. yh Catt} ca