Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves, cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;" accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. “Where?” “To that ball. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. ‘That will be a matter for her future husband to decide. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. CHAPTER XVI.
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