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14 THE DOOMED HUNTER. would accept me as a husband, and I shall not withdraw, certainly.” Jehonikam vaulted over the counter, and pointed to the door. His face was flushed with passion, and it seemed with difficulty that he refrained from laying violent hands upon Ralph. “Go!’ he exclaimed. ‘Never dare to sét yourself over that door-sill again until you have made due apologies for your indecent conduct. Go, I say! Don’t you hear ?”’ “Oertainly, sir. And since the house is yours I have no intention but to obey. Still, I can assure you that the day is mot very far distant when you will repent of all this.” The words reached the ears of several persons passing at the time, as also the angry rejoinder of Jehonikam. “Never come into this store again, you presuming puppy ; if you do [ll thrash you out of it!” Ralph had little fear of the threat being carried out, but he did not wish a quarrel with the purse-proud fur-dealer, and drew himself away from the vicinity, regardless of the nu- merous questions pressed upon him by those who had over- heard the storekeeper’s words. Having settled his perturbed spirits into something of order, Ralph timed upon his heel, and made a straight cut to the house where the object of his affections resided. Of course he was met at the door by Nancy in person, and they were soon seated in the house, @iscussing the answer given by Je- honikam. The fur-dealer haprionad to take a, fancy similar to that of Ralph. “ Likely enough he'll be up to the house, fust TT know,” he muttered. “Tl just slip up and let that gal know that he ain’t to cross the threshold on any condition. She needn’t think to fall in love with every boy that comes along; she hain’t head to choose for her own welfare yet. I must talk with her on the subject when I get time. = « Thus meditating he closed and locked the principal door to the store, and slipping out by a back way, started directly to- ward the house. He arrived soon after Ralph and Nancy had taken a seat, and entered the room before either of them no- ticed his presence. ‘Nancy uttered a cry as she beheld his — angry and threatening looks. of CoOnnicloOokxs.coml