The Argosy — page 156: what you’re looking at

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348 ' ‘THE ARGOSY. shore seemed to spread away smoothly into darkness, but before they could scrutinize their surroundings more closely a strange, sharp sound echoed through the vaulted roof of the vast cavern; succeeded by a faint shout. “It was the report of the Greek’s rifle,’? exclaimed Melton, in horror stricken tones, ‘‘and it was Carrington who shouted. Some calamity has happened.’’ Staggering with fear, they hastened back to the edge of the cliff. Melton clutched the dangling rope. : ‘Stop !’’ cried Guy, in tones of agony. ‘‘ My heavens, Melton, we are lost, doomed to the most horrible of deaths. What blind, desperate fools we were. Wecan never get back to the lake, and our companions can never reach us here. We could not be more widely separated were the world itself roll- ing between us.’’ : ‘“What do you mean ?’’ cried Forbes: ‘‘ Are you mad, Chutney ?’’ ‘“Mad? No. I wish Iwas. You are blind, Melton. How can we get that rope up the seventy feet stretch from the ledge to the summit of the cliff ?”? William Murray Graydon. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) HER MIRROR. OF all the dainty trinkets On Betty’s boudoir shelf, There’s one of glass—I think it’s A sort of second self ; For once, when for a minute I gazed in it alone, — I saw a face within it, And it was Betty’s own. Some magic, necromancy, Deseribe it as you deem ; A sentimental fancy, Or fantasy of dream ; Twas there, and fresh and pretty As any face could be, And I—well, I know Betty, That’s proof enough for me! I wish I might discover By some such wizard art The face of Betty’s lover, And satisfy my heart ; If I could get that mirror, What better could I do? What queer is might be queerer— I might get Betty too! felix Carmen. Eomichbooks (S@)