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A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND, 41 **You evidently know as well as I, for yon seem to have heard it all. I do not deem it more than an idle fancy of a dying man’s brain. JI——’’ ‘Beware !’’ came from between the other’s clenched teeth. ‘‘At last the fate of my dear mother is known to me, and her blood is on your name, Carroll Southard. ’’ **Hold on, my dear Mr. Berners,’’ said young Southard, trying to speak calmly. ‘‘Do not judge hastily. His mind wanders; it was doubtless nothing more than an idle vagary of his disordered intel——’’ Uncle Frost had become so frantic in his delirium that the speaker turned to lay his. hand on the dying man. | ‘*De ol’ Granary !’’ he cried. ‘‘Dey air all dar—all four! De shot—I hear yit! How w’ite massa look! Yit am orful, an’ he nebber speak to po’ ol’—how de ribber do roar, honey !’’ and with this final declaration the poor, worn-out body dropped back upon its humble couch and lay perfectly still. Carroll Southard lifted one of the limp hands, to let it fall beside the unconscious form, saying in a low tone: ‘*He is dead. ’’ Esten Berners’ features softened at the sight he had witnessed, and it was several moments before he spoke or moved, and then there was a huskiness in his voice, and he put his hand to his brow as he asked : ‘*Are you armed, Carroll Southard ?’’ It was too dark.for the twain to see each other with any distinctness, but appearances mattered little to men in their state of mind. It was natural that Carroll Southard should be the calmer of the two. His tone showed no tremor, as he replied : ‘*‘No, Mr. Berners; I have no weapon with me. Even had I at the outset it would have been useless after my drenching from the storm. But before we think of our- selves, let us bear the body of poor old Uncle Frost away from this place. Let us do it for Aunt Debby’s sake.’’ ‘‘When that is done you will afford me satisfaction?’’ _' - . * ” % ‘NS atte \ 4: May -% Rik ot iN. th, ; vy ; a ‘ } \ . me . > an. >” tine | Ai 52 4 bal bys A As 4 : Mn . * “aL ® oe ; , * ™ : ig . , J) : 4 : ‘) 4 " Pile ee NEG ce MD ma NA PY ion ote US a TM a i Pr lat AE Ee ae a Wee TD) aie eR Oe i AT Manet Ad Coe Cea NTO a ANE ray CLL ta ia Hi tint hl Tih ; ~~ comicbooks.com