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A CHALLENGE. * 87 on her knee, patting the head of old Cain, who had, as usual, gone out with her. He rose and came to mect’ the captain, putting up his broad muzzle for a caress. There was much in common i’the fierce natures of the dog andman. “So, old dog. Glad to see me, eh? More than I can y of your mistress. I have news for you, Miss eg $e # “ News!” “Yes. You are going to Prophet’s Town with me.” “ Indeed ?” | ea ete “That sounds incredulous; but it is true. Your father | has just consented to go there with us.” 2 “T can hardly’ believe it yet. But what could be his mo- tive in going there? What is your power over him? You have some power, what it is I know not; which makes him > do things he does not like. Tell me what it means” “You would not. thank me.for telling you, Lizzie. It is enough that I have power; and that if he is not careful of. ‘himself I mean to use that power to his: hurt. But there is. no need of that.” | “TJ will go to him,” she said. “ I will ask him what it. is. that weighs him down, and he will tell me. I know herwill” *T am glad you think so,” said the other; “ but ~I know you are wrong. He will not tell you, He dare not... My. poor child! Do you know what it is to shrink from your own father, to feel that his is a guilty hand?_ I, shat. spoken of as a model of ‘evil by theseaccursed Yankees, have not courage to tell you of what your father is guilty. I could not... When I have said there is any thing I pate not *do, I have said a great deal.” “You horrify me. What is this. secret. terror, which I can not understand, and. which is robbing my dear father of his life? ‘Will you not tellme?. You say you love me,” “ Will you dare to challenge | me, by my love for you, to tell you the truth ?” She prow very, white, but her lips were able to articulate, “T dare.” S She had risen to her feet. He genily seated her again on the bank, and there, in ‘the deepening gloom, told the story of her father’s guilt. It was a sad tale, and she listened with dilated eyes. comiclbooks.conn -*