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i 22 THE HUNCIBACK. time will come when carriages will fly through the land, driven by such works as those. Men will never know what I have toiled to do, but some one will arise with a more fertile brain than mine, and make use of the principles which I have brought to light. Yes, the day will surely come. Hah! Go back !” ; The sudden exclamation startled Stanton. He turned to ascertain its cause, and saw, standing at the open door, what seemed to him one of the most beautiful of women. She was clad in a short kirtle, after the Scotch fashion, reaching to the knee. The limbs were cased in loose Turkish trowsers fast- ened at the ankle above a pair of neat little moccasins. She was the personification of physical health, with a beautiful face and speaking blue eyes. Her hair was her chief glory, and flowed in untamed luxuriance about her shoulders. Stan- ton uttered an exclamation, and put out his hand to detain her, when she was about to glide from the door. But she disappeared like a shadow. Stanton would have followed, but the hunchback threw his long arms about him and held him fast for some moments. He then released him, and the young man ran to the door and looked without. Nothing there but darkness. The hunchback, in answer to his hasty inquiries, would tell him nothing, and he lay down to rest, the most thoroughly pes youth to be found in the thir- teen colonies. >: CHAPTER III. THE TRIAL BY FIRE. Av early morning the young man prepared to return. His strange host was unremitting in his attentions, and filled his haversack with savory deer’s-meat to sustain him on the road, acting more like a dear friend than an avowed enemy, Upon one subject, however, he was mute; no word could be elicited from him with regard to their strange guest of the previous evening, beyond the fact that he knew who she was, but would not tell whence she came or whither she went. Comicloooks.com