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IN WHICH AN OLD FRIEND APPEARS AND THE BRIDAL TRIP TAKES A.
FRESH START.
"Gone ?" cried Euphemia, who, with myself, had been listening most intently to Pomona's story.
"Yes," continued Pomona, "she was gone.

I give one jump out of bed and felt the gases, but they was all right.

But she was gone, an' her clothes was gone.

I dressed, as pale as death, I do expect, an' hurried to Jone's room, an' he an' me an' the big man was all ready in no time to go an' look for her.