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<< CONTAINING IMPORTANT EVENTS. 191 A oe amned before I aribariel in this business. I want you to send it to the address written onthe envelope, when you reach acivilized port. It is for my—imy mother, sir. I wish you would also send her a short note saying that I had perished in a foreign country, a long, long way from home, but near her in — the end; yes; very near her in the end. No person knows my realname here, noteven Clemmons, but you — will learn it by reading the address. Keep it a secret, sir; it is too honorable « one to be connected with this fate.’’ | The young man paused exhausted. After resting a moment he drew forth from beneath his shirt a small compact parcel and handed it to Mark. The outside wrapping- was stained with blood, a fact the former pointed out with a significant gesture. “It is shed in a bad: cause, but she will never know 1t,’’ he remarked with a sigh. Merrill was just on the point of replying when there came from above the sound of scuffing and loud talk-_ ing; then the sharp report of a pistol rang out, imme- diately followed by a whole volley. Instantly a thought flashed over his mind—Scott Clemmons was trying toescape! Hurriedly bidding one man remain with the wounded prisoner, he hastened up. to the top of the steps. There was no one in the little space, but from outside came the murmur of voices. On leaving the clump of trees he found a number of seamen scattered about the open ground, evidently searching for some one. ‘They were peering behind the different masses of stone masonry fallen from the wrecked house, and poking their guns into the stunted bushes dotting thehillside. One man standing nearby was wiping the blood off his face, where it had trickled : down from a Ssught wound i in the forehead. ’ | a‘ it Vb oe a on . ‘ - tot iy i - os j be | aes i a wa eA “. ; , " PS ANS: as ~ * en ’ 17 “~ - - on ¥, Hie ts oes te 4 ton Cw! SOR . . ‘ — ee, Se Fee Se ee Be eae dm Sila #Aae > a ~ . ‘. ty mI Gomicbooks.co oem.