Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 47: what you’re looking at

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“Are you alone?” he asked, glanciug about the silent hall. “Yes; every servant has fled, and I was gathering up a few things that I prize, to take away if it be- came necessary for me to leave the house. How glad Tam that mama is safe at Aurora!” she concluded, with a sigh. “Will you trust yourself entirely to me?" her com- paar asked, bending, aud looking eagerly into her face — “Of course I will!’ she answered, heartily. ‘“‘How thoughtful you were to come to me! [am utterly alone in this great city but for you. Butis there really any danger ?” “There is every danger,” he gaid, anxiously. ‘Give me the key to your stable,” he commanded, growing pale, for he could hear those wild cries aud that ter- rible roar approaching netrer and nearer. Turning, without a word, she led the way to a back hall, where she lighted the gas, and then pointed to the key hanging by the outer door. Then she took a lantern from a shelf, and lighted that also. He watched her with wonder and adiniration, even though he was terribly impatient of every passing moment, She was calm and swift—she did not make a false movement—and opened the outer door as she pardied him the lantern, then pointed him to the stable. “T shall harness one of your horses into the light- est vehicle I can find.” he said; ‘‘meantime, go aid gather some necessary article of clothing and wrap yourself up warmly. Be very quick about it, then come here to meet me.’’ He bounded down the steps as he ceased speaking, but his heart sank within him as a burning brand dropped almost at his feet on his way to the stable. It was the work of but a moment to unlock the door and enter, then with nimble tingers he unfas- tened the nearest one of a pair of superb black horses, threw a single harness upon its back. and hitched him into a light buggy, and in Jess than five minutes was guiding him from the building. He darted back, unfastened the halter of the other horse, and turned him loose to give him a chance to save himself; then leaping into the buggy drove to the door where Mrs. Graham stood waiting for him, wrapped in a long cloak, with a soft tact hood tied over her glossy head, a smal) bag in her nds, and several articles of clothing hanging ovet oid tenet com