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“YOUR SISTER Is GONE, 87 Quick and trained eye of the mother that a great sorrow had Come upon her now. She flew out—traced the tracks to the Toad, discovered the imprints of the horses’ feet—marked their Humber ani the direction they had taken... Then. retracing her steps she entered her home—now a prison to her—for its licht was fled. As we have already hinted, the Vales, if not rich, were at least well off, and owned a couple of seryants. One of these, & negro man, was called, He hastened to answer the unusual. Summons, but a clattering of hoofs caused her to look out Upon the road. With an exclamation of joy she beheld her 80n coming rapidly toward the house. | Young Vale dashed up to the gate, and, hastily throwing the reins over his horse’s neck, dismounted. Approaching his Mother with an air-of respect, hé tenderly embraced her, im- Printing a kiss upon her forehead. “ My son,” said she, “you come at a moment of great dis- aster to us. Had you not come at this moment, I would have Sent for you, though it be unsafe for you to be seen about your home.” ‘ Alarmed by the serious look of his mother, the young sol- dier exclaimed: “Good heavens! what has happened ?” _ “It may not be dreadful, but it is sad, indeed. Your sister #8 gone |” : | “ Gone !” shouted the trooper. “Not dead? How? when? Where ?” . “Calm yourself, my son, she is not dead; at least, I do not think so, She disappeared -last night—was torn violently from her room,” . ~ Disappeared! torn from her room! By whom? Say thickly ! he almost shouted, while his eyes fairly flashed fire. ‘There is the mystery,” she said, pointing to the tracks in the grass, and to the imprints of the horses’ feet in the dust of “oad before the gate, | John beheld these evidences of the presence of men and Orses. He made a close scrutiny of every foot-print as if in them could be read a history of every thing which had ©ccurred on the previous night. He then inspected the cham- “room, the bed, the closet, the corners of the room, all were closely searched, Under a chair which stood by the bedside, commiclbooks.com