Penny Dreadfuls, 1888 · page 179 of 284
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< s 4 * ae a be - re OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. 169 A coach stood with open door as far ahead as they could see, and down across street a boy was flying along, while a man in a faded flapping cloak, his cap gone, and the gray locks streaming in the wind, was hurrying after. Maurice considered a moment, and then dashed ahead down a second street, which he knew must intersect the other, and waited at the corner. As the flying figure ap- peared he stepped forward, and in spite of the lad’s shriek of dismay, caught him in his arms and rushed into an apothecary’s store. | ‘“What is it; any one hurt?” asked the chemist. He had no answer, for Maurice, looking around hastily, discovered a rear door, and hurried through it into a nar- row lane. | | The lad lay stirless in his arms—he had fainted. ““Here’s a position for me,” muttered Maurice, panting for breath, as he heard the hue and cry being raised in the street beyond. A bright thought came to him. An old school-fellow of + his, lately married, lived in this vicinity, and he had called upon him the day previous. ‘The rear of his house must 4 < | oR : have its gate-way in this very lane. He looked about anx- ~ iously and found the little brass plate bearing his name. Never was there a more welcome sight. He pushed open the gate and entered, bolting it behind him and running across the yard, shoved up the basement window, and leaped in. , The servant, sitting at table taking her lunch, leaped upon her feet and screamed lustily. “Be still, simpleton,” said Maurice, authoritatively. ‘<Don’t you know me? I was here yesterday, and dined with your master. Where is Mrs. Grey? I must see her at once.” | | a | | _ Her scream brought all in the house upon the scene, so there was no need for the girl to call her mistress, GComicboo LO Ee st a. WER ERIM t teenage MAT Rate te CP UME eS LAL 75) BO a t ~ ' tee Sy “t3 Valter le Sta El x) 3 Ae tk yey . ee sSNA yt BE ba dat cS ae Al eeY Srey fii hs Ode YL et “a * af > dew? y? RSS ae ee ve Ae The co a Ns ey tome Fey, re WO Fas. hen 2y - ia pe oe = OT Baie t : Wa Are ve ane xy , a fy vee Vee ‘2 By ‘2 . iia is EWE \ J it¢ ty W, 17)4 i) Ly ac iyene Sage? bP Fal : x ~ — (4 4 r . 7 Ms - v7 : 3 9h | ar,’ “of v <9 new? Nae iy ie . 4 , } a “ _ 3 . \ ; " ft iE a He bh! . o, hi . " % f 5 ; as tS te’, Pe es, 4 “ite a ns : i <S co