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LAURA BRAYTON. 45 the face of Nathan Sloth grew white, and, in a. choking, tremulous voice, he cried: “Oh, do put up that knife, good Mr. Sharp, and let me get up and I’ll tell you whatever you want and I can!” | “Get up then, you groveling cur; get up and tell the truth, or I’ll send you down to the father of lies in a minute!” The cowardly clerk arose, sec htine and shaking from head to foot, and at a motion from Sharp took a seat, not at but near the table. | “Now your story. But first tell me what kind of appearance this woman makes whom you say you have seen with the man I sent you to look after.” “She looks old and care-worn, but the color of her eyes, the shape of her features, the very expression of her face is so like that of Miss Laura, you’d swear they were-related if you didn’t know all her relations were dead, as I’ve heard you say a hun- dred times.” “And you have seen this woman and man fto- - gether?” “Yes. Isaw them both at the front window of a hotel talking earnestly together not an hour ago.” “Did they see you?” “No; and if they did, it isn’t likely they would know who I am.” “Where was the hotel?” “On West Baltimore street. There is the card of it, After I saw them, ‘drunken dog’ as I was, | €oO cComicbooks