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SPIRITED AWAY. 108 “ Walk in, and [ll tell you all about it,” said the woman, them into a dreary parlor but half furnished. «4 gentleman ‘came for him,” she added, as they seated themselves.. | “A gentleman came for him ?” echoed both Virginia and Florida simultaneously. - “And found him dreadful sick—so’t he didn’t sense nothing. 1 never saw anybody so sick. I thought he was dying.” ~ “ Well ”—ejaculated Florida. | “And so about two hours after that, a splendid city carriage come, and two men took him. They said they had orders, and were going to have proper doctor’s attendance, and so of course I said nothing. I had all I could do to get him ready.” Fiorida looked at her sister. A faint color had come into ‘s cheek—the color of hope. “What kind of a looking man was he who first came ?” asked Florida. , “©! a tall man—a large man.” “ Had he black hair and eyes ?” “ No, indeed—reddish hair, and reddish whiskers.” “Who could it be?” _ “The others, Miss, were common looking men; the first was a gentleman.” ; | And did they say nothing of where they should take him?” “Not a word, Miss—I thought it was all right, of course. He—the first gentleman, paid handsomely for what he owed for board, and for the nursing we'd did. They covered him close with the best of blankets, and over them a splendid gentleman’s shawl of the nicest kind; but, poor boy!—I never shall forget how his eyes looked when they took him. they’d been set for death, *‘twouldn’t been much worse. Virginia uttered a of Virginia uttered a ory of Pin, “Bat then I guess they were going to do well by him. They took every thing that belonged to him—it wasn’t much, you may be sure—a few shirts, and and lots and lots of paper, scribbled upon. He used to be writing nighly all the time. I told him he’d hurt himself, knowing the sondition of his health as I did. He was « dreadful sufferer at times, and never did I see such a little eater; it didn’t seem to me as if what he took ’d keep a fly conmmclooks.conn