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..The FdJbusters of Venezuela.. :
Or the Trials of a Spanish Qirl.
By SEWARD W. HOPKINS. $
Copyrighted 1900 by ltobert ]~on~er's Sons. ~l~
CHAPTER XVL~ (Continued.)
Lola looked at Lord Chugmough in
(:onsternation.
"Is he dead?" she cried, "No! He
cannot--he must not die!"
"He is dead," said Lord Chugmough,
sorrowfully. ,
"Oh, what did he mean? What did
he try to say? Could you hear more
than I?"
They moved away from the dead
hero.
".He--well, he made a remarkable
statement," said Lord Chugmough,
looking puzzled. "He said you had
.died. you know."
"Oh: he must have been wandering.
Death had sent him that relief--the
relief of unconsciousness--before the
end," she said.
"'I do not think so," replied Lord
Chugmough. "If ever there was a
~onsclous and rational dying man, he
was. I cannot fathom the meaning of
what l~e said, but he knew; of that
I am sure. One thing he did say that
was plain enough. Your Arthur Med-
worth, thinking you were dead, has
gone off with another girl in a boat."
"Oh, I cannot believe that," she said.
"'And why should he believe I was
